Sheltered from the storm

That was the first time I felt one day I would run.

I’ve had to walk first—learn how to walk.

4 steps,

3,

2,

1—

But I saw myself run.

He caught up with no delay, and took my hand,

We’ve danced, we’ve talked.

“Go on, finish,” and He’s not letting go…He’s holding me up.

I was embers… how I crave fire—

yes. And One day We’ll run.

The minute I said, “I’m slipping, I’m falling,” your love, Oh God, took hold and held me fast.

Psalm 94:18

-SFTS