Walking on water

Our church pastor is an amazing artist. He recently painted a beautiful picture and as I watched him paint, over the course of a few weeks (during a church service), I felt God gave me this poem.  I will try and get a photo of the painting when I can. The poem needed finishing, and now I think it is...

I'm stepping out this vessel

Upon the violent waves

I'll leave my doubts behind me

For it's your truth that saves

I'm walking on the water

I'm following your lead

Your path my feet will follow

As from my fears I'm freed

I know your voice is calling 

Your arms are open wide

And nothing in this dark world

Can pull me from your side

I hear your gentle whisper

Above the stormy seas

You tell me I can do this

Your promise carries me

The spray obscures my vision

I see you through the haze

And find my peace and vict'ry

Are held there in your gaze

Those moments when I doubt you

You'll just reach out your hand

To pull me from the water

And in your grace I'll stand 

Together we can do this

The dream won't let me sleep

And so I'm stepping out now

It's time to take the leap

Edited April 2015 after a preach from my pastors wife helped me to finish it off.

Frustration

Laying on this cold hard floor

What else is there to do?

I've called your name, I'm waiting 

All my heart wants is you

I'm feeble, lost and hopeless

I only need your touch

I don't know what to give you

When you've offered me so much

So desperate just to hear you 

To feel your warm embrace

I've fasted, prayed and worshipped

Yet still you hide your face

I know that I'm not worthy

You said you loved me still

You said if I came empty

My hands and heart you'd fill

So here's my heartfelt promise

In all the joy and pain

With hope for what I don't see

My faith and trust remain

(Because a life of serving

In no part can repay

The sacrifice that you became

On Calvary that day)