I need to see the Ocean,
the place I long for most,
where I can see Your Might and power
And hear the Holy Ghost!
I climb up on My Rock
and see the Ocean waves
The Size itself is beyond belief,
Created by the Ancient of Days.
If You can hold the Seas in place,
then You can Shelter Me,
Give me strength to walk each day
In Joy and Victory!
I see the whitecaps glistening,
Beauty beyond my wildest dreams,
Thrown about with winds so strong,
Its not possible it seems!
Our Creator, Mighty God,
All of this to view,
It calms the soul inside me,
And captures a Side of You.
The pounding surf,
waves tossed about,
I feel this way at times,
But still I want to shout!
You are My compass,
guiding me through each storm,
Keeping my ship afloat,
Though at times, I am weary and worn!
I want to stay upon this Rock
forever and a day,
and see the Ocean twist and turn,
And Nature on display!
But I know deep within,
You are the Only Rock for Me,
You captured my heart and claimed my soul
That day at Calvary!
All the sights and sounds on earth
are nothing in compare
to seeing Jesus face one day,
and Living with Him there!
Oh Come Messiah, Prince of Peace,
Come and take us home,
I long for the day that I can be,
Gathered around Your Heavenly Throne!
Mary Ann Trott
June 1, 2012



I speak to my soul,
“Be Still”,
God has not left,
He never will.
Though desolate
I may feel,
His presence is with me
and His love very real.
Tossed about,
We may be,
But He gathers our tears
For all Eternity.
Clouds may darken,
The Road is long,
But I hear His Voice
“Child, sing me a song”.
Sing my soul, Sing,
Praise His Name,
Raise your voice
He will forever sustain!
My heart is heavy,
Burdens weigh me down,
Lord how can I sing,
when I wear but a frown?
Oh Child of mine,
Why so blue?
I knew you before you were born,
and watched over you!
Look up child,
to Me, your cares release,
I am here for you,
Your Great High Priest!
The birds sleep
though dark the night,
They have no fear,
For I Am their sight!
Stand strong,
Cast those cares on Me,
No longer in Bondage,
I have set you free!
Now rest Child,
But at the break of Dawn,
Rise up early,
And sing Me a Song!
Mary Ann Trott
June 7, 2012