Tossing and turning in my little boat was me, so afraid to look down at the seas.

The water itself so unfriendly, no place for a lost child like me.

I’ve tried and tried, time and time again, but the raging sea is too much for little me.

Gears turn inside my mind, a clock chimes, now is the time.

I look down at the sea as it rocks my little boat and me.

I step out onto the waves, the water is cold and dark beneath me.

I don’t sink, I keep my eyes on the lighthouse.

The lighthouse guides me.

I sometimes turn away and sink, still, the lighthouse guides me.

As I look towards it once again, I can now see my savior waiting for me.

No longer is my little boat so important to me, as I walk with Jesus on the crashing waves of the sea.

Now I can never get lost, with the lighthouse walking beside me.

All I have to do is trust and believe.