In youth I read how Jesus
Walked upon the Galilean Sea,
On stormy waves he bade a man
to walk as well as He.
And Peter walked upon the deep
with eyes fixed on the Lord,
But as he cast his eyes below
upon the murky flood,
His foot gave way to billows dark as
he cried out, “Lord, Save Me! ”
When I look back upon life’s seas
and count the times I doubted,
I know my eyes were off the Lord
in every case recounted.
But knowing He would not forsake
nor leave me in my failings,
I cried for help and felt His Hand
above the Seas prevailing.
And so His nail scarred Hand remains
outstretched across life’s seas,
To rescue every drowning soul
as He has rescued me.
(Panama City,2011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem