Quicksand

Slowly sinking in this thick mass of sand,
Being still, I reach up for someone to give me a hand.
As I reach up, no one is there that I see.
I can`t seem to get out of this mess for the life of me.

In the near distance I hear scorn and laughter.
The voices are saying, "Fool, you are destined for disaster!"
From a small, still voice I hear deep inside,
The voice is saying, "Don`t fret, I am right by your side."

"But, I`m sinking!" I say. "What am I to do?"
The small, still voice says, "Just believe what I say. That`s all you need to do."
"What about this sand?" I say. "It`s thick and suffocating."
The small, still voice says, "It doesn`t matter. Just keep waiting."

The more I sink, the more I want to give up.
But, somehow, someway I`m beginning to just look up.
I can see some hills and some river water streams.
I can see a rainbow and the sunlight as it beams.

Somewhere up there I believe there is hope and mercy.
No longer can I focus on this sinking sand I do see.
I`ll keep looking to those hills that seem to keep me afloat.
No longer will I look down in this quicksand with no hope.

Yes, I`m sinking and I`m sinking pretty fast.
But, I believe that small, still voice that says, "It won`t last."
The voices in the near distance left me in anguish and despair.
The small, still voice never left me, or said anything that I couldn`t bear.

I don`t know how, I don`t know when, and I don`t know why.
But, I know that though I`m in quicksand, I will not surely die.
The deeper I sink, the more I feel strengthened.
I know that somehow I`ll get out of this mess I`m in.

I`m almost all the way under.
But, I can faintly see,
A hand reaching down with thunder,
Just as quickly as I sink.

I hear the small, still voice saying, "Reach up and reach up high!"
The voices in the near distance are saying, "You might as well give up and die!"
I hear the small, still voice saying, "Hold on tight and don`t let go!"
I said to myself, "I`m grabbing onto this hand. It`s the only help I know."

That was a close call --- closer than anything has ever been.
The good thing about it is, I know what to do if it happens again.
If I find myself sinking again in quicksand,
I`ll just reach high and grab a hold of God`s unchanging hand.