CRISIE HUTCHINGS

Behind the eyes of a castaway

Lies the heart of a seafaring maid

Born for the great wide open

Shipwrecked in fear and shame

Her heart dreams of sun dancing on water

Like before, when she was sure and brave

Now, buried in regret and sorrow

That speaks down to her hope in this fray

Tempted to give up the ‘morrow

While she struggles here in the today

Her past weaving tales of her ruin

Her failure, a foe that berates

She looks longingly out over the water

Her hair flailing wild in the breeze

Reminded of home and all that she’s lost

Her quest now, her soul and her peace

For time, it stands still in the midst of her grief

As weeping endures in the dreamer

Shadows become her companions

As they dance by the fire that keeps her

Fragile smile as her eyes look away

To the hope where her rescue awaits

The letting go, she’s sure to obtain

As she awakes to remember her fate

See this crucible has a great purpose

It seasons her heart in its wake

She’ll rise up one day out of ashes

In unshakable, resolute faith

1 Peter 5:10

“But may the God of all grace, who called us to His eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after you have suffered a while, perfect, establish, strengthen, and settle you.”