Further In

I should have seen it coming
From a mile away
I should have waken up to the reality

But no.

You hope and you think and you dream
And you trust
And you wonder if maybe, maybe…

But the waves rush in and they crash and they dash
And upon the rocks lie the fragments

Of a dream.

Yet you hope you can wake from the hurricane winds
As they pierce and they squeeze
And they threaten to leave you

Empty.

But God steps in and He says "Come to me."
Quietly, "Come to me."
I will shelter you

"Come be with me."