I saw a picture of two persons oblivious to their surroundings. Behind them, a wave of tremendous power was approaching, towering frighteningly over them. What could have better illustrated our blindness to sin? I then imagined an image of God there beside them, His hand stretched out toward them. I wrote this very simple poem to remember this picture.
Human
Our wills are resolute, our faces straight.
Our hearts are hardened in this charade.
But the waves are high, the forces strong.
His face is there, the master of wrong.
He lurks in the darkness where we cannot see.
By the time we know, we cannot flee.
God
"My feet are rooted into the ground.
I am here, my balance is sound."
"My grasp is firm, my grip secure.
I am here, I am your cure."
"Hold my hand, your wounds will be healed.
Cling to me, your life will be filled."
Human
My ears are deaf, I hear you not.
Now by this storm, I will be caught.
Help me to hear, and build my faith.
Help me to trust that you'll keep me safe.
I hear your voice, I hear you call.
Lord, hold my hand, do not let me fall.
Johnston
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