For years I kept afloat by my own
A desperate tread of water
the dismissal of
things I couldn't think
Keep busy I think
and I do. Fears are buried.
The storm picks up pace
and my splashing isn't
sufficient and I feel I might
drown. Water stings and my
eyes dip below and I
And now the choice must be made:
sink or swim and I choose swim.
I reach out and grasp the Holy One
whose hand is a constant stretch
and He breathes calm into me
and He rescues my drowned hope.
I gulp fresh air and rest in stable lifeboat
which is He and I feel drained and
haggard breath fills silence.
Air is honey and I call out
to the only one who gives true buoyancy.
God is ever faithful, my Savior.
"Oh Lord, My God, I will give you thanks forever." Ps. 30:12b
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