No Wave Too High

He calms the storm, so its waves are still. Psalm 107:29

No wave too high ... watercolor by Lee Boynton      Sacrificial Love    There is no wave too high for Me to still.    There is no valley too deep for Me to fill.    There is no trial for which My arm's too short,    No tribulation through which I won't lend you my support.    I am yours and you are Mine,    So deeply are you rooted in the Vine,    Heaven and earth may pass away,    But My love for you will never fade.    The love between the two of us    Reflects My sacrifice upon the cross.    Imbued with power from on high,    Fear not, nor ever question why.    Blessed with mercy from above,    Spread abroad My tender love.       The story behind this poem   Lee and I went through periods of great testing, the refiner's fire turned up seven times hotter than usual. The Lord grew our faith during those times. We were clay in His good hands. While in the fires of testing, we came to know Him as absolutely faithful to His Word, our Trustworthy Provider, Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, our Loving, Ever-present Father, our Prince of Peace.  On Good Friday, 2001, I woke up at 3:00am and couldn't go back to sleep. I got out of bed to pray on my knees, and the words to this poem came to me, line by line.  

No wave too high... watercolor by Lee Boynton

 

Sacrificial Love

There is no wave too high for Me to still.

There is no valley too deep for Me to fill.

There is no trial for which My arm's too short,

No tribulation through which I won't lend you my support.

I am yours and you are Mine,

So deeply are you rooted in the Vine,

Heaven and earth may pass away,

But My love for you will never fade.

The love between the two of us

Reflects My sacrifice upon the cross.

Imbued with power from on high,

Fear not, nor ever question why.

Blessed with mercy from above,

Spread abroad My tender love.

 

The story behind this poem

Lee and I went through periods of great testing, the refiner's fire turned up seven times hotter than usual. The Lord grew our faith during those times. We were clay in His good hands. While in the fires of testing, we came to know Him as absolutely faithful to His Word, our Trustworthy Provider, Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, our Loving, Ever-present Father, our Prince of Peace.

On Good Friday, 2001, I woke up at 3:00am and couldn't go back to sleep. I got out of bed to pray on my knees, and the words to this poem came to me, line by line.