with no rudder, sails, or oars
and drifted downstream,
heedless of the deadly falls ahead.
O God, You crawled out on a branch
with
Your hand outstretched.You called to me and asked of me
only that I clasp Your hand and trust.
"How
can I trust?" said I,
"when
I have been tossed with every waveand drenched by every storm?"
Still, "Trust," you bid, and fearfully I raised my hand.
You
caught my hand
though
it was half-trusting given,and raised me up to You.
You took me as I am, but took me to be more.
- Denise Hardy Fuller
