MY LIFE PRESERVER

As darkness descends upon me,

I attempt to hide my pain and fears,

Far away a voice is calling, asking, why?

Why these tears? Why do you cry?

Drop by drop they fall,

soaking my pillow like the tide rushing ashore.

I feel myself going under.  I panic struggling to grab

hold of something, anything to keep me afloat.

Hands. Such strong hands lifting me up, rescuing me from

those mighty waves which crash against my heart.

I see the light.  I feel his loving embrace,

a blanket of warmth wrapped aroung my soul.

He whispers softly, "I am your Savior, God's first born."  

"Believe in me, for I will protect you from any storm.

Dianna Johnson

.2009