Drifting in the abyss feeling empty and alone;
Unable to move, to breathe.
I want to call for help, but my lips refuse to move.
Giving up hope I await my fate
as the darkness engulfs me.
Suddenly, a hand breaks the surface and pulls me upward into the light.
I am alive.
I dare not look at my rescuer,
Ashamed at my inability to save myself.
However, the once strong hand is now soft and gentle
As He turns my face toward his.
All traces of shame are gone.
Overwhelming peace comes over me as I gaze into the eyes of my Savior.
