The current -
Threatens to overwhelm.
mid thigh - in deep waters, i'm certain that
will cause me to lose ground - or worse - to lose my footing completely and in my exhaustion i'll be swept away in the waters that wash now around my legs in angry foaming curls.
Oh God - spare me a life being swept in the current - give me what i need to stand - bare feet on a slippery rock bottom - hands upraised to balance, or plead for deliverance.
This current - is relentless. The water never stops coming - it's tireless and unmeasurable.
Maybe it's only a matter of time till i slip beneath it's cunning pressure. It's easy to forget in my panic - the price that was paid by the One who asks me to stand - in this precarious position...
so, till i slip - or am rescued -
till i'm washed away - or given a firm place to rest -
till the waters rise to cover me - or recede and die -
i'll stay midstream - standing against the current.