The Waters*

If I could bend God to my will,

I think that I would make

A day when I could

Walk upon

 

The waters of a lake,

 

Where Christ himself

Would take my part

And guide me

 

Through the reeds

 

And share

The beauty

Of His life,

 

According

To my needs

 

I think that he

Would give me wings

And bid me there to fly

Above the waters

Where I walked,

And He had

Come to die.