I was enjoying a glorious bright sunny day Strolling along a nice tropical beach I was taking in nature's beauty and relaxing my mind When, WHAM! A wave hit me and knocked me right down I felt a tugging sensation as I slowly came to While the undertow was dragging me straight out to sea Irritated and determined, I quickly got up Right as another wave came and knocked me back down So I decided to fight even harder than before Only to be beaten and battered quite a bit more I realized the ocean was winning an unfair fight A fight I didn't want, a fight I didn't start I pleaded and begged with my unrelenting foe What did I ever do to deserve such a chore? Can I please just return to where I was before Back on that beautiful faraway shore? The ocean, not caring, went in for the kill And I slowly, but surely, lost all my will I began to tread water, hoping not to drown And I noticed people relaxing on that faraway shore I flailed my arms, I hoped they would notice But my faith soon left me as time quickly passed by Why can't they see me? Why don't they help? Do I not matter? Is my predicament unreal? I continued to struggle in quiet desperation Knowing I had no way back to the beach Why had I been given such unbeatable problems? So hard and unfair, so difficult to bear When I could not possibly take any more Something brushed my leg and wrapped around tight Slimy seaweed was enjoying its prey Clamped on like handcuffs, latched on like a noose The seawater trickled into my unwilling nose Invading my lungs as I slowly sank down I tasted the salt, and I angrily thought Who could design such a cruel series of events? My body went limp, and my mind went numb I closed my eyes and gave up in defeat I sent out one last plea before I would die Lord, please save me, you're the only One left Something then brushed my leg once again I said, "Thanks a lot, more kelp like before" But this time I felt a lifting sensation I was bewildered and shocked, and I shot a glance down A gliding dolphin had come to save me from death And it carried me all the way back to the shore Holding on for dear life was all I could do But He asked no more, and it was enough Even though my life can seem overwhelming at times And I might not be ready for those giant pounding waves I may not even see any possible way out Yet a divine hand is still there, steady and sure Always pulling me through when I'm at my wit's end He finds the way when it seems I do nothing And all that He fairly asks in return Is for all that I can do, and He'll do the rest. |