MY TINY BOAT.

I sit inside a tiny boat upon a stormy sea,
In danger of being swamped by huge waves threatening to crash over me!
My heart pounds, oh so loudly, as fear clutches from within,
The sea SEEMS like an angry ocean making such a din!
My mind is frozen solid - like an iceburg in my head,
I can't see over, or around it, if it stays I'll soon be dead!
Dead to life... dead to love... dead to anything and everything meaning something to me...
Dead to all - except the fear longing to bury me!
Where is my Anchor in this storm, which SEEMS to be lasting forever?
Where is my hope in life, has it been banished forever?
I sit in the stern, trying to pray,
My thoughts scattered by the howling gale!
How can my Anchor hold if I can't even hold my thoughts together?

Across the darkness of the raging waves,
A Figure comes into view.
At first... only dimly glimpsed...
But my spirit rises, calling... "Oh, it's YOU!
I tried to believe You wouldn't leave me,
But... the waves have been so big!
The sounds of 'The Storm' have almost convinced me
That soon - with the fishes - I'd be dancing a jig!"
No Word of censure from Your Lips... Simply Your Smile beyond compare!
Your Arms Open Wide and Strong,
You Bid me, "Come and Rest!"
You Climb into my little boat and Firmly take the rudder,
Why ever did I worry?  Why ever did I fret?
As I lay my head upon Your Shoulder, fear departs in a sigh and a gentle shudder!

Jesus Steers my tiny craft into Gentler Waters...
To The Harbour He always Meant for me.
How could I have thought any differently?
Because I'm human... I think sometimes that He Died for everyone else but me!
But... He's Here in my boat... Drawing me safely Home...
Simply because He's Who He IS...
He Understands Completely - and Simply Loves ME!