Ebb and Flow

I sit here quietly wholly alone now.
    I wait anxiously with sweat on my brow.
In my strange senses a cacophony sounds,
    It's harshness rises sharply and resounds.

In my visual feeling there's great darkness,
    A veil of mist makes me see even less.
My heart's rapid beat is pounding and racing,
    And my stomach is painfully turning.

I can almost smell the tension in the air,
    And taste the sour fear I cannot share.
My mind is deftly focused on one sad thing,
    But I wish for something else which to cling.

The emotions rage torrently within me,
    My feelings an uncontrollable sea.
I need to find a perfect peace somehow soon,
    Or my woeful cry will rise to the moon.

Where is the place that I can find this true test?
    Why do some look down upon me and jest?
My mind truly is the only problem here,
    And because of it I am wracked with fear.

But deep inside my crushed heart there is a hope,
    A glad hope that gives me the strength to cope.
This Godly hope can only come from one place,
    Trusting in Christ and His redeeming grace.

Standing upon Christ the solid rock I know,
I will stand strong through all life's ebb and flow.