
ADRIFT
August 3, 2004
This poem was originally written August 3, 2004 and was recently found when I was going through some papers that I had filed away after a move. For too long I have looked for a person to rescue me and in reality the only One who can rescue any of us from ourselves is God.
Adrift in a sea of endless swell
Surrounded by bleakness and hopelessness
Search for a beacon you are certain is there
A stray piece of driftwood to cling to
The crunch of dry leaves is tender a foot
Surrounded by dead trees that all look the same
Cry out for the clearing you have always expected
A place where the rescuer can see your hands wave
He will always pick up those adrift
He is there to shield you and comfort your pain
No matter the storm or the trial you suffer
Only He has the power to stop all the rain