The waves of death crashed over me,
devil waters rushed over me.
Hell’s ropes cinched me tight;
death traps barred every exit.
I used to lead worship at my church, and someone told me once that something happened when I sang. She told me that on some nights when she looked at me all she could see was my heart.
But me he caught-reached all the way
from sky to sea; he pulled me out of that ocean of hate.
He stood me up on a wide-open field;
I stood there saved-surprised to be loved!
Oh my heart, I don’t know what to tell it. Since I’ve been doing this writing it feels like my skin and bone are peeled back and I’m open to the air. I wonder if I can live like this, where things are so bright and life is pressed up hard against my ribs. I’m in an ocean of grace, being pulled out into the deep where I can’t keep my head above water and my toes in the sand at the same time.
I feel put back together,
and I’m watching my step.
God rewrote the text of my life
when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes.
Things are happening, there’s a changing way down deep. Something new is coming, but what I cannot say. I can’t see the path, but I keep putting my foot down and every time there’s something solid underneath. Maybe that’s what walking by faith really looks like, arms held out for balance, eyes off the ground, inching forward. Just putting a foot down over and over and over again until God-light hits the road.
Suddenly, God, your light floods my path,
God drives out the darkness.
What a God! His road
stretches straight and smooth.
Every God-direction is road-tested.
Everyone who runs toward him makes it.
Scriptures excerpted from 2 Samuel Chapter 22, The Message
By Anna White