by John T Kane

My fears and worries are allayed
Though I have wandered and delayed
And I don’t claim to know my way
But mercy's new each break of day.

A ship-hand cast into the deep
I know the Lord my soul will keep
And no more will I gnash my teeth
I lay me down in perfect peace.

My time no longer do I waste
Allow me, Lord, my soul to haste
And teach me, Father, to be chaste
That life eternal I might taste.

My pen’s ink is a bitter stain
For all that I may lose is gain
Yet still I sing the sweet refrain
Of triumph risen out of pain.

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John T Kane is a Christian philosopher, poet, singer-songwriter, worship leader, and teacher. He lives in New Jersey with his wife and their toy poodle, Andy. He has been writing poetry for nearly a decade.