My Rescuer

Rescue
by Steve Loggins
8/17/09


I push my way to the top of the wall,
I sputter and gasp and give out a call,

“I’m drowning!” I cry, in a sea of despair
I sink in the waves, doesn’t anyone care?

With desperate lunge, I surface again,
An infinite moment of gasping for air,

But all too soon the waters will reach
And pull me under, so far from the beach

Where safety lies in sun and sand,
I resign to my death, then..... in plunges a hand,

And grasps me firm and lifts me up,
Onto the waves, where air I then gulp,

I look at The Rescuer, His eyes and mine meet,
“You have only to ask... now, stand on My feet”

His feet, though they’re scarred, do not sink in the waves,
They hold up us both, and for all who He saves,

I look at the sea; there are more in the deep,
Bobbing and struggling, for most - death will reap

For many refuse to call out to the One,
Who can rescue them all through the work of His Son.

Instead, they will say, “I can handle this myself.”
“I do not need a rescue, my strength is my wealth”

And others will trust in floating debris,
Or boats, or yachts, in the angry seas

But I will trust in Him who came
And put me on The Land again.

His strength is true, I cannot drown
And at His feet, I throw my crown

To my Rescuer