An Angel Beckons
As I sank deep below the surface
I felt the water began to take me away
I struggled and clawed in an attempt to escape
But it's icy caress tightened and entrapped me
Still I struggled on
The merciless liquid never ceasing in it's attack
Until at last I felt the fight leave me
And I began to sink like a stone
But then I saw them around me
They were pure beauty and light
And I was entranced by their glorious music
That brought me back from the brink of despair
One came to me and sang
She sang with the voice of a deity
And she beckoned me closer to her
Her hand reached out, caressing my own
How could I refuse?
I moved towards her ignoring the darkening of my vision
I had run out of air but she was so breath-taking
That I followed her, for I did not need it.
I reached for her hand
I grasped it tight
And she pulled me upwards
And I broke the surface.
Anyone who asks me how I found my way out
I respond in the same way to each time
I say 'I was guided to the surface
By an Angel of the Lord.'
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