There comes a time in every life
When one’s toils become too great.
And hopeful dreams are swept away
Upon errant twists of fate.

Twas such a time in my own life,
When the river ceased to flow.
Obstructed by uncertainty,
And a fearsome, unseen foe.

Despair then stalked the riverbank,
In its quest for hapless prey.
It hungered for a faithless soul,
An easy quarry to slay.

I would have crumbled ‘neath its might,
A lamb led to the slaughter,
Had my Savior not come to me,
Walking upon the water.

He said: “oh ye of little faith,
Sailing into the unknown.
Turbulent waters lay ahead,
That you need not face alone.”

“For I will help you navigate,
If you’ll trust me with the wheel.
Perhaps together, we can face
What the future may reveal.”

I put my life into His hands,
And I felt my world transform.
I was guided past rough waters,
As He led me through the storm.

Despair has ceased to stalk the night,
When I’m faced with the unknown.
I do not fear what lies ahead,
For I no longer sail alone.

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