In the Deep

These arms of mine have lifted more weight than some.

My legs are strong and have challenged my lungs.

Strength is within me,

Yet when the water comes…I am beyond heavy.

I wonder…What is my strength?

In this water there is no air,

And I realize I am really under here.

Under here, it is a struggle, but I won’t struggle.

My thoughts begin to question my authority:

Will I float?

Will I see bubbles?

I am surrounded,

And the water demands my life.

I hear my voice thinking,

“what can come to destroy me”,

“To steal my joy, my peace,

To destroy what God has invested in me”.

Not these ripples, nor these waves,

I will keep my life, and my soul too!

Immediately, my arms begin to move the water,

And my legs begin to move me.

My thoughts focus on my existence

“bring me out of the deep”  “lungs carry me to the surface.

You shall not fail!”

Oh my Rock, my Fortress, my Strength, I am standing on faith.

With my eyes to the sky, I see a clear path before it appears.

With motivation, I speak, “move water MOVE!”

I am light, I see the Son, I breathe, I live.

Though my body had been condition for this event,

I found that my strength was weak without determination.