He’s There
I'm feeling anxious
and I can't stop.
it comes in waves
that crash over me
and pull me in the
riptide.
I can barely surface
to breathe.
I can feel the oxygen
slowly leaking out
of my lungs.
It pushes me down
farther and farther
until the sand from
the ocean floor is
in my hands.
I feel the world again.
It comes in flashes
I'm coughing,
struggling to grasp
reality.
Someone is standing
above me.
It's Him. He is there.
He rescued me;
pulled me out of the
deepest part of the ocean.
He carries me out
of the reach of
the water and
tells me to relax.
Christ saved me from
the darkest place
of my existence.
He showed me
the light and how to
breathe again.
He saved me
from myself.
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