Hand in Hand

It starts

The first wave breaking

past my head.

My soul knocked down,

My heart in dread.

The next wave pushes

even more--

My feet in chaos

My lungs are sore.

The next wave crashes

like glass on tile.

It shatters my hold.

It sets me on fire.

Again, again, again

they break,

over my soul,

there is no wake.

Again, again, again

I drowned.

Trapped in the water.

Ripped from the ground.

Then all at once

I look up and see

Someone walking--

coming straight towards me.

It is my Savior,

And I cry out His name!

He reaches His hand out

As the waves fall again.

Then as I clasp my hand

right in His--

I find somehow all of

the noise grows dim.

Because all of a sudden

I'm fixed on His face--

Caught by His love.

Held by His grace.

The waves are still there

infact stronger still.

But I'm not forsaken,

I am not killed.

Instead I am walking

still tightly in hand,

with the God of the sea

with the ruler of man.

And He holds me still

And I watch His face.

And kneel during battle

And sing of His grace.

"...We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed..." 2 Cor 4:8a