Safe

The waves crash and knock me down,
and at first I don't think I'll drown,
but then I quickly realize
if I don't fight, I'm going to die.

The waves grip and won't let go,
twisting and throwing me to and fro,
stronger than they've been before
dragging me further from the shore.

God's hand reaches down from above,
and covers me wholly with His love,
although the surf surrounds and breaks,
I am in His hands, and I am safe.

K. LaVera Hill
(c) 2009