Friday, March 18, 2011

Drowning

Slipping and Sliding
Under the current
Not strong enough
To bring myself up
I continue to fall
Kicking and scratching
With nothing to grab
I fall through the blue glass
Hitting rock bottom
I try to stand
But alone I can't
He reaches out
He grabs my hand
Pulling me up
Like only He can
He lets me lay and cry
He lets me wait to heal
With nothing to hold
I reach up as he kneels
It's safe to go now
And I know this is true

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