Random poetry 2: The Bubble

When I was just a child, and the thunder made me shake,

I would hide beneath the covers all afraid.

But I'd think to myself, "Though the storm is great and mighty,

There's a bubble all around me, and I'm safe.

"There's a bubble all around me of God's grace."

I still feel like a child, but the time pays that no heed,

And the world all comes at me at such a pace.

Once sordid and once splendid, and I'm caught in all the hurry

And the frantic stress and worry of the race.

And I feel so small and helpless and unsafe.

But when I pause and think, and I look into the mir'r,

And I see the look of fear straining my face,

"Life," I think, "is just too big -- I wish it wasn't so.

But God is true and firm, and I am safe.

"There's an ocean all around me of God's grace."

Random poetry: Cages

I saw a bird encaged.
I told it to be free,
But though I screamed and though I cried,
It listened not to me.

I saw my weary soul.
I told it to be free,
But though I screamed and though I cried,
It listened not to me.

My voice is all too weak,
Lord, mine has not the pow'r
To break the cage and cheer the soul;
And make the weary free.