Drowning

That first step, it's a doozy,

Part of you may feel a little bit woozy.

On the water the boat behind you,

Feeling the water soak your shoe.

You hardly feel it,

Because your eyes are on the one who gives you the spirit.

It feels so good starting out,

Then you remember the storms and start to shout.

You begin the sink,

The water feeling like ink.

The water now above your head,

This is where you will be dead.

Why would God let this happen to you?

Does he want you to die now that you've been made brand new?

Under the water the voices begin,

Surprised you can hear them over the din.

You are not good enough,

God can't love you with all your stuff.

You are doomed to fail,

Each thought tearing at you like a nail.

Try and try to keep yourself afloat,

The thoughts pull you in like a moat.

Trying to swim away from it all,

While further and further you begin to fall.

Why not just stop?

You know you will always continue to drop.

A whisper....

Causes your mind to stir.

Let it go...

It's hard, I know.

Give me your hand,

I will help you to stand.

Trust.

Grasping, gripping,

The hand of the king.

Pulling you above, eyes on Him,

The storm suddenly and strangely dim.

Why did you doubt?

There's still no reason to pout.

Overwhelmed with love,

The storm calms enough for you to see a dove.

So, what does this poem mean to you? Where are your eyes fixed? How can you keep your eyes of Jesus in the storm?