I’m surely drowning.
The tide of life too much, for I am weak.
Unable to keep up, too weary to try.
They mock and disparage.
A cast off no one wants.
Irrelevant and unworthy.
Who would care, should I choose not to be?
Only One.
Without them, I cannot be hurt.
Overwhelmed by desolation.
Wallowing in self-pity, surely I’m drowning.
Descending the depths.
Nearly immersed, He comes.
“Don’t give up. I’ll give you strength.”
He takes my hand, and I feel foundation.
He tends to my wounds.
Whispers consoling wisdom.
Sweet peace, neverending grace.
Despair replaced by perfect love.
With Him, I walk on water.
Without Him … I am surely drowning.
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