Faith Is a Powerful Thing

Falling fast, A sinking ship Into the ocean To be buried by the sea- a treasure in wait Here comes a stranger walking on water Is he really there or am I dying?!? Say hello I think to myself A smile crosses his face Pardon me- you seem to be in a pickle! Only drowning, good sir, give a hand to a cripple?!? We both know you're not a cripple young man- however I'm glad to give you a hand! Even as I walked beside him, I couldn't help but feel dim Rushing at me were my wrongs and my lies, Fortunately- I wore a disguise.. Until that kind sir saw my demise Letting me have a second chance... The nice man's warm soul Heated my bliss and a kindness control In my heart he lives now, No chance I'll back off pal... Going to heaven's where I'll be- brother when you get here come see me!!!