The Rock of My Salvation
I feel so weak and vulnerable at times,
If I take one step I fear I might collapse.
It is this fear which holds me back,
From doing the things I know I should do.
I need someone to hold on to my soul,
And grasp tight these anxieties that belittle who I am.
My tears speak for themselves of the despair I feel,
The sorrow that engulfs me like a flame to paper.
But what I have yet to learn is that there is hope for me,
There is Someone who is the solid rock I need.
The storm is brewing on the ocean's front,
The waves will surely overcome this weak and fragile being.
I try to run but it feels as though my legs are ground into the sinking sand,
I cry out and search the inland frantically for someone to save me.
No one hears me, no one cares what I am going to face,
I close my eyes in despair and wait for the crashing wave to approach.
When the wave didn't come I opened my eyes in confusion,
And there stood a Man in front of me with His arms spread abroad.
Wave after wave crashed upon His shoulders that was meant for me,
Yet He stood there unshakable like a rock planted firmly in the sand.
He did not move till the last fury of the storm was spent upon Him,
Then He turned to walk down the shore-line from where He had come.
"Wait!" I called after Him,
"Why did you do that for me?"
The Man turned and looked me straight in the eyes before replying,
"I heard your cry for help, how could I resist you?"
My heart swelled up and tears poured from my eyes,
This Man, a Stranger, helped me when no one else cared.
"More storms are brewing." Said the Stranger,
"Follow Me and I will give you refuge."
As He turned again toward the shore-line I called out,
"Where are you going?"
Without looking back He replied in a gentle voice,
"There are more who are stranded on the shore."
Glancing back at me, with eyes shining like the sun, He smiled,
"Come and help gather them to Me."
I placed my hand in His with trust like I had never felt before,
And together we searched the shore-line for lost souls to rescue.