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
was like glass and so I stood upon the sandy beach.
I wondered at his hand in mine, God within my reach.
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