Walking on Water


The water washes over me.
I cower in fear of falling rain
while He is walking on the sea.

I'm sinking and straining to be free
of the rhythm of the rocking main,
the water washes over me.

Gulping the frothing foam, I agree
My walking on the sea was vain.
While He is walking on the sea,

I wish the waves would let me be.
My aching lungs gasp in pain;
the water washes over me.

From where I am, all I can see
is the storm. Can prayer sustain
while He is walking on the sea?

I shiver and whisper one last plea--
a prayer tainted by the profane.
The water washes over me
while He is walking on the sea.

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