Enough

 Enough

  Striving to have,

  something else besides You.

  Reaching for something,

  not meant to be.

  Fighting for something,

  not right for me.

  But then my eyes looked up,

  to Your hand reaching out,

  You lifted me out of the wind,

  and waves. 

  Back into Your arms where I belonged,

  all along.

  All the time,

  I was meant to be there.

  With You,

  Jesus.

  You are really what I need,

  and always will.

  You are,

  enough.