Deep Water
Some life events have forced me into deep water,
and I reached out for my hand of protection.
Until that day life had seen me as a squatter,
the hand that I sought wasn’t one of rejection.
I wasn’t knowledgeable of correct words to say,
my prayer that day, was Lord, save me a sinner.
He altered the heart that earlier was as clay,
placing in me the heart of a new beginner.
Since then I’ve been forced to sink or swim,
when issues were causing my life to fade.
On each occasion when all hope looked grim,
in faith believing my life would be stayed.
I can’t do very much, because I’m just a man,
but praise God I know the man with a plan.
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