WHERE I AM BUOYED
Wild waves,
Choppy current,
Whistling winds.
Is that a ghost?... wait.
I think I know that gait.
How can... is that the Son of Man?
Jesus? Are You near us?
Lord, if it's really You showing up in our struggle,
Then cause me to be a participant in the impossible.
Let me join You in the middle of a miracle.
Yes, Yours is the Voice I know!
You have called. How can I say no?
Now, as all my comrades stay,
I ditch the boat and walk Your way.
You and me, walking free,
Standing on the raging sea!
Pure safety in my Lover's gaze...
Waves? What waves?
(G.A.R.)
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