If this feeling is rope
And we are the knot,
I don't want to know, where I start and you stop.
Tied to an anchor
Tied to a dock,
Or hung on a wall for a ticking clock.
I know who's before me,
I know who's behind,
I know He made your hand to fit with mine.
If we are beaten by storms
Or steady still like rocks,
He shows us together what is
By growing from what's not.
Some call it a blessing,
Some call it the worst.
I just call it love, and give thanks to Him first.
©NDHK
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC
If this feeling is rope
And we are the knot,
I don't want to know, where I start and you stop.
Tied to an anchor
Tied to a dock,
Or hung on a wall for a ticking clock.
I know who's before me,
I know who's behind,
I know He made your hand to fit with mine.
If we are beaten by storms
Or steady still like rocks,
He shows us together what is
By growing from what's not.
Some call it a blessing,
Some call it the worst.
I just call it love, and give thanks to Him first.
©NDHK
