Saturday, November 8, 2014


To follow you out of this vessel, the work of my hands
The work of men
To meet you among the swelling waters
your Father's craftsmanship

I should not doubt, for you are always good
Surely, you, would not let me drown

But as the waves engulf me, and darkness wipes out your face, I fear 
you have invited me to death

"What kind of Messiah are you?" will be my last bewildered thought.

And then I feel your strong hand grab my own
Human hands
You draw me to yourself, out of the depths
Your voice gentle and unquestionable
The voice of God

And now I doubt which was better, to stand on the water with you,
or to be rescued out of it by you.

We return to the boat, my heart ashamed by the relief it feels
to be on familiar ground
Your eyes lock on mine
You know
And smile
The smile of The Son
And now I know
I will be walking on water from now on.


  1. Powerful and beautiful my daughter, thanks for sharing your gift!

  2. Hello Sarah. So good to know you through your profile on the blogger. I am also glad to stop by your blog "A Dance Wtih My Bloved" and the post on it "Called". Yes I do agree with your your parents, it is powerful and beautiful and strengthening and touching. I am in the Pastoral minisry for last 35yrs in the great city of Mumbai, a city with great contrast where richest of rich and the poorest of poor live. We reach out to the poorest of poor with the love of Christ to bring healing to the broken hearted. We also encourage young people as well as adults from the West to come to Mumbai on a short / long term missions trip to work with us in the slums of Mumbai amongst poorest of poor during their vacation time. We would love to have you come to Mumbai with your friends to work with us in the slums of Mumbai during your vacation time. My email id is: dhwankhede(at)gmail(dot)com and my name is Diwakar Wankhede. Looking foward to hear from you very soon. God's richest blessings on you.