Like a man stranded on an island
Hobbling through the coarse sand.
My thoughts dense as the thundering rain clouds rolling in.
Falling back, I look to the sky
Because nothing down here can help me.
Waving my arms wide and weak
Trying to hail a plane
Trying to hail God.
It’s a cry for help
And an act of worship.
It’s all I can do today.
Jesus come quickly.
I need to know by experience
“The Lord is a very present help in times of trouble.”
So I look up
So as not to miss the moment
He illuminates my night.