A call to worship

The wind blew his hair

Whipping wild and free

The waves crashed underneath his feet

All he did was stare

How long would you fall

When would you want to stop

It didn't matter the water seemed so close

Murmuring Waves echoed like screams

The longer he stood

More thoughts rushed to his mind

His weight shifted

Standing at this familiar place

It was a devotion to him

Hearing the guilt over and over

feeling the immense pressure

Where else would a sinner go to pray?

The water started to make it quiet

Even from that far away

His throat closed up

Finally

He'd never been so thirsty in his life.