I stand afar from the ocean’s reach
musing horizons past the breach
for many waded long before
becoming victors rising ashore

barefoot, frightened, near the edge
I would not jump into the bed
for waters rise and waters fall
and yet, till now, there was no call

It took me years before I could see
the world has not a grasp in me

The gravity that I seek to hold
my legs deep down into earth’s fold
were nothing less than sinking sand
for my true anchor was God’s hand