Wingdreamer Learns to Fly: Day Twelve - Hope Doesn't Disappoint

Prayer in Deep Waters

I’m barely keeping my head above water.

Can’t see over the waves to the other side.

Don’t know if I can keep this up much longer.

I’m sinking, I’m drowning, I’m nearly out of hope.

Salary cuts and now bills are piling up higher every day.

I’m losing my home, collections on the phone.

Need to do more than keep my fingers crossed.

I’ve gotta relax, fall back into YOU,

You’ve promise me, hope doesn’t disappoint.

No way in sight to make ends meet.

Heart’s weighed down, just scraping by.

I've been treading water and I'm beat.

I’ve gotta relax, fall back into You...

You promise me, hope doesn’t disappoint.

Lying in bed, thoughts swimming around in my head;

I'm running out of money, I'm not feeling gutsy

when I’m barely keeping my head above water,

I’ll lay my heart and my life on Your altar

and I’ll weep, I’ll pray and I’ll hope,

'cause You’ll meet me at the end of my rope...

I was barely keeping my head above water

when You walk across the waves and said,

“Why don’t you hop in my boat?

I’ve got hope, it’ll keep you afloat!”

When my head’s barely above water,

can’t see over the waves to the other side.

I have faith now to keep hoping

‘cause You lift me up and under Your wings I'll hide.

Marie Nease

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C.S. Lewis Quotes on Hoping For Something More

“Most people, if they had really learned to look into their own hearts, would know that they do want, and want acutely, something that cannot be had in this world. There are all sorts of things in this world that offer to give it to you, but they never quite keep their promise."

“At present we are on the outside… the wrong side of the door. We discern the freshness and purity of morning, but they do not make us fresh and pure. We cannot mingle with the pleasures we see. But all the pages of the New Testament are rustling with the rumor that it will not always be so. Someday, God willing, we shall get “in”… We will put on glory… that greater glory of which Nature is only the first sketch."

We do not want to merely “see” beauty–though, God knows, even that is bounty enough. We want something else which can hardly be put into words–to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it."