Poetry

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My Savior in Hand
by Michael Hanna

The thrashing waves are all around me
The skies are black from a mighty storm
The blinding rain falls
The winds are blowing me here and there
The lightning strikes closer and closer

Fear strikes me still
I don't know what to do
I am sinking faster and faster
The waves are over my head
I struggle for air
But I can't stay above water

I can no longer do it myself
I throw out my hand
I cry out loud,
“Lord save me!”
“Lord have mercy on me!”
“Help me Lord!”

Then I felt a hand grasp mine
And pulled me up from the depths of the sea
There my savior stood before me
And he said,
“Come, walk with me.”
“I will never let go.”
“I will walk you through this storm.”
“I will lead you to dry ground.”

He then lead me through the waves
As they crashed side to side
The lightning struck
The wind blew
But I was calm and at peace
The water was below my savior's feet
Together he walked me through

Now I look down
We are set upon dry ground
The storm ceased behind me
The waves are now calm
The rain is no longer falling
The sun is shining on high
And there I stand
With my savior in hand.

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