I too have climbed rugged mountains

Tearing my nails, grazing my skin

And stormy seas almost drowned me,

I've tasted the salt, felt its sting.

I crave the high view of your Glory

I yearn for the far- homing shore

Daily I look for Your likeness,

From 'glory to glory' -  and more...

In peace of faith I keep walking,

I listen - Your "deep calls to deep..."

I see -  my name's deeply written

Your torn hands are able to keep!

God of all mercy

Great Giver of Grace

Call me higher, take me deeper -

Let me see Your face!

(February 2024)