For the Lord Who Loves Without Up-Let

Like Peter, I stepped out with faith aflame, Upon that tossing, waving sea Fully trusting, little doubt; but then, mistaken, looked about. Crashing, plunging did I fall. My pride, my faith, Underwater, all. Flailing, gasping, reaching out, "Lord, save me!" was my shout. Anxious, waiting, He drew near. "Oh, thou, of little faith, wherefore didst thou fear?" Up, He pulled me, sopping wet. "Lord, where was thy safety-net?" "I am here," He said real slow, "and always with thee, dost thou know." I sobbed at my unfaithfulness, for the Lord who loves without up-let.