My eyes are open,
But it’s so dark I cannot see.
Weary, empty, thirsty,
I only feel the rolling of the waves.
The current moves me further from
Where I thought I’d be
Where I need to be
Where I should be.
I am drifting
My feet hang over the depths of the abyss
My failures surround me like a vast ocean
I am immersed in a sea of regret.
Yet I am strangely content.
I deserve this.
Unfit for the land of the living
Unworthy of the safety of dry ground.
Broken.
Forgotten.
Preserved by only an old wooden beam,
Unsure how I continue to cling.
“You are not alone.
I am near — here.
That beam is stronger than you know,
And it bears more weight than your own.
Feel the power of My grip
Making sure you never let go.
My love is far deeper than any abyss,
My grace much stronger than any current.
You are Mine and your life is in My hands.
I am your Rock and your Redeemer.
Though you cannot see shore, I can.
Believe.”
If the Lord had not been my help,
My soul would soon have lived in the land of silence.
When I thought, “My foot is slipping,”
Your steadfast love, O Lord, held me up.
Psalm 94:17-18
