Strands Of Hope

Immeasurable

I flail and yell as if I am drowning, while I'm comfortably in the kiddie pool
I entertain the most infamous foes against my soul, when they should be far away
I cling to my own (in)ability to master my fate, as futile and pitiful as it sounds
Yet Jesus the Master patiently waits, for my inevitable surrender at His feet, and there He brings me right around