TRUST   

It's an uncertain step,
Though buoyant as it is,
Like Jesus on glassy water.

And all it is…

Well, all it is
Is a small step forward.
But it's like Jesus on dark water,
Is it really there?

It starts here,
While another might drown here,
The sacrificial past for a glorious future.
This decision is justified on flimsy.
It's thin ice.

But look at you,
My God, just look at you!

I'm trusting your unspoken,
Trusting my sense of you.
Just don't leave me saying,
Like Jesus on the killing-cross,
'My God, My God why have You…?'

Jesus trusted.

© 2006  Michael Hogan