Seeking The Profound Poem

Seeking the profound

I'm in search of something deeper,
That cannot be washed away.
Unwilling to settle for the cheaper,
Nor wanting to see myself sway.

I'm wading, trying to drown,
But looking down, my feet are dry.
Seeing this causes me to frown,
And I have to wonder... Why?

I'm running off of the docks,
Will I ever be able to drown?
I've tripped on the rocks,
And I fall, my face down.

I long to drown in the Lord,
So He may be my source of life.
By reading more of His Word,
I may find there to be less strife.

In my own strength, my feet are dry,
The devil is holding me back, smugly.
I trip, I fall, I fail, and then, I cry.
As my eyes open, I realize the ugly.

A hand reaches out from the sea,
A voice calls, "You don't need a hand!"
Another gently says, "Rely on Me!"
I'm lost and torn, trying to understand.

The Hand reaches again for mine,
Urging acceptance from the sea.
I hesitate, before letting our hands align,
Seeing this, the devil does flee.