Crossing and Dwelling

My Soul, a boat unto Thy Shores

I pray for winds to Guide and Reach;

To land, and curiously to explore

To be the same no more.

Heart-waves breaking onto Crashing Shore

Thy Peace, overflows my broken raft

And, leaking, weeping, with breast-filled ache

I am shipwrecked in Thy Grace.

May I ever rest with Thee

In this most sacred inner place.

– Rev. Jenny Miller