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My Storm

God beckoned me into the boat and so I climbed aboard.

I trusted we, smooth sailing be, and smiled about the chord.

But soon the waves and winds were rough, the weather was a gale.

I looked around but God was gone and so began to bail.

In due time the water rose, my ankles then my knees.

There was no time to raise a prayer or think about the breeze.

Then suddenly upon the waves a figure walked and came.

He stopped and watched my flailing arms and then he called my name.

“Step out of that sinking boat and walk a bit towards me.”

I did, I sank, he grabbed my hand, and suddenly the sea