Faith calls me to walk on water
Fear tells me to look at the waves
Fear asks me ,
“Are you qualified?”
“Do you think you can make it?”

I desperately search me for answers
I frantically scoop out answers
As  fear’s questions drown me
but I still sink

It is then I look to You.
You must definately have the answers
Am I qualified?
You tell me
You made me.
Can I make it?
You tell me
You made me…

Your answer?
It is like an outstretched hand
Pulling me from beneath the waves…
Waves of insecurities
Of fear
of doubt…

Your answer is that voice
that has being echoed from eternity
and has broken into time
and it says to me
“You are more than a conqueror!”

Fear?
Fear?
Fear?
Are you there?
I thought as much!