The storm around calls to the end of all breath,
the watery gallows roar.
Without any hope, all that remains is just death –
its call we try to ignore.
We tread amongst sharks stalking all around,
water approaching the neck.
A cry, a plea, a shout, yet no sound
for in ocean, we’re just but a speck.
He calls to us, invites us to walk on the waves
if only we’ll trust and believe.
The water’s below our feet, for He saves
as we now His warmth do receive.
At times, we may slip and fall back into wet
silent waters, but lest we forget;
He found us in those dark depths of the storm
and has never let go of us yet.