RECKONED
The roof has been lifted and the doors open wide
Life's waters have flowed through, deep and side to side.
Winds of storm leaving no dark crevace to hide
The weak searching for relief and someone with to abide.
Can peace be found in the camotion of blind direction
Souls running from the truth which brings them correction....
I stand reckoned as a man torn from the inside out
My hope is in God, my foundation in whom I have no doubt.
My constructor is God, He is also my King
He lifted me after the storm when I could not sing.
My foundation is God and O so much more
He mended my broken heart and gently replaced its door.
The giver of my storm is God, I also call Him my Friend
My Comforter, my Sustainer from beginning till end.
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