Sinking Ship

I stand on the deck of my ship,

cold and confused and weary and afraid.

Every moment the wild wind cuts through the night.

I hear the thunder,

of bursting bow and shattering sides,

and feel through my heart,

every new wave of icy anger,

splashing into this falling dream.

I look toward the raft,

my only escape from soon-coming death,

but hold my place in fear of the uncertainty,

in leaving rooms of comfort for a stormy sea. O Lord, let me jump from this mind-trap of doom,

toward new, bright adventures guided safe in Your love.