God threw me into a pond of grief;
And I felt like I had sunk —
But, in fact, He held me,
Holds me still, in a reef of love,
Where the raw ripples reach far and wide,
And not submerged, nor sunk.

Those wavelets are forever,
Reflecting kindness, goodness and grace —

I grab them now, drawing them close,
Wrapping them around me sashaying
Garments of praise released —
I wear them proudly and from my hoarse voice
I roar and sound from this free-state,
The trumpets ; a new toot
And the fear and guilt cease.