by
Gloria Phifer
The ocean lies before me, blue as the skies above.
The sand is wet beneath my feet as I step close to the shore line.
"Come out to Me." He calls.
I wade into the foam. The sand is not as smooth. Shells and pebbles are under my feet.
"Come out to Me"
Lord, you know I am not a good swimmer.
His presence comes to me. He leads me into the water and carries me into the deep.
As I lean into His Presence I am safe. I am unsinkable.
The deeper He takes me…I perceive and understand what I had not known.
"Deep calls unto deep at the noise of Your water spouts Oh God." Psalm 42.7
I long to go deeper with You Lord. Away from the safety of the shore and into Your everlasting Presence.
Deeper…deeper into the ocean of Your love.
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