Monday, January 12, 2009

the surface

Like a tap tap tapping lightly I tread
come, He says, it is weak, lift your head
Fear makes me heavy, the surface a thread
The eyes are like anchors, look up instead

I'm Peter, the waves fill me with dread
I'm Peter filled up on my daily bread
I'm Peter, without Him, I'd soon end up dead
I'm Peter, a rock, a deadweight unled

A lovesick Lover, for me He bled
come, He says, we will soon be wed
Hope makes me bouyant, Love makes me red
Eyes to the Saviour, swiftly I tread

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