.in waters deep and fire cold
as fears rush forth and threaten old,
I watch my hand's intent unfold;
I hope I splash before I go.
unanswered prayers and furrowed brows
remove the sky and moon somehow;
my pain is freshly felt, but how
your gifts bathe me in gold.
my lover breathes His grace on me,
the window widens what I see;
I bask in setting suns and plead
to splash before I go.