To Your Still Water Poem by Emmatobs de thought writer

Take me down to your still waters, Lord,
When sorrow's geyser is raging tall,
When tears rush like a waterfall,
And vast, troubled seas make me feel small.

Please take me to your waters, Lord,
To extinguish flames my sins have caused,
For I hear Hell's fire within them roar,
And I feel a fear never felt before.

Take me down to your still waters, Lord,
Where saving grace and peace both pour,
Where your love mends wounds the world leaves raw,
And your consolations make pain less sore.

I'm in a boat which has no oars,
At the mercy of sin's seas that roar,
I'm disturbed and anxious to my very core,
I know I can't fix things alone anymore.

So, I'm sending out an S.O.S.,
Won't you please rescue me in my distress?
My soul is dying - drowning in sin's mess,
Whilst my heart is pounding, and mind is stressed.

For I'm tired, Lord, and so weary too,
Sin's shine has faded to a Hellish view,
My tears reflect woe and misery's hue,
As my dying soul is crying out for you.

I know transgressions you do detest,
And you see that I'm caught within this net,
But I'll go through any sort of test,
To prove my faith true and to plead for rest.

Take me down to your still waters, Lord,
Where your goodness and mercy leave me floored,
Where your succour causes hope to restore,
And I sit refreshed…wanting nothing more.

I trust you, my dear Lord, so I will wade on in,
At your invitation to the river, ‘though you know I can't swim,
For I see your light shining and trust that it won't grow dim,
Please baptise me and pull me from a fate dark and grim.