On the Waters

Back when thy voice first sounded strong,

Came piercing through my plight,

Darkness! All was darkness!

And thou, mine only light.

Thou badest — I did answer and

I let the sail flap free.

Rope and oar forgotten,

I stepped and made towards thee.

The waves rose round my trembling tread,

My shaken, troubled way;

Tired, lost, unheeding,

Mine eyes from thee did stray.

The greedy froth about me bit;

Mine only hope a cry:

“Save me! Wilt thou save me?

Thou canst and cannot I.”



Originally posted on Legionary Brothers.

Photo credit: Bill_Liao

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On the Waters