It was death let chaos in, to seethe within my soul,

a roiling, writhing darkness threatening loss of all control.

And though my faith is grounded on unmoving solid stone

when I now look within me faith is a pebble, and stands alone.

Not nearly enough to anchor me, I drift and toss about,

and can only trust the pebble will stay though I fill with pain and doubt.

The One who has created all, whose image lies upon us,

has mercy more than we can know, and there I leave my trust.