Drowning

The waves growing higher
the winds at their worst
the maelstrom rages
as rainclouds burst

the boat starts sinking
the ship's going down
just a minute longer
I know I will drown

Jesus appearing
on the crest of the wave
He stands assuredly
and beckons me to the same

I'm not all that brave
and not all that sure
"Lord, if it really is,
call me to you."

I step out once
hesitating again
I walk on the water
then stare at the wind

Though I go under
the water and waves
I know I'm held
in the arms of grace

and he won't let me drown.