I gasp for air As the waters of Life's mind engulf me Reaching for the hand That gives me life Yet still holding To things seen The whirlpool continues To spin and suck I fight with all I've got With all of my soul Until I am weak And worn Ripped and torn Broken beyond Believable repair Done reaching for Materialistic things My Father's hand reaches Down through the mudd Dunks me in crystal water Until I am clean And He says, "Now, my sweet child, Now I can help you. All you had to do was Let go." And we embrace He and I With tears of Love and joy And I find I am on Solid ground.