For most of us, the end will come
Outside what we can see,
But, for a few, the end’s in view,
As clear as it can be.
We see the end draw nigh,
And that can lead most to despair,
No matter how we try.
And fill our hearts with fear,
We see them rise up, sweep across
The far end of life’s pier.
At the end of this road,
We count all we’d chose to re-do,
How we could shift the load.
Regrets for what’s undone,
And wish we could have one more chance,
Once more around the sun.
And recall Peter’s fate,
Understand, when we start to sink,
His mercy won’t be late.
Jesus took hold of him
And lifted him back to His side,
Though Peter’s faith was dim.
But I harbor no doubt
That, when I step off of life’s pier,
Jesus will pull me out.
My life’s full to the brim,
But, when I hear Him bid me come…
I’m running right to Him.
He said, “Come.” So Peter got out of the boat and walked
on the water and came to Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid, and
beginning to sink he cried out, “Lord, save me.” Jesus immediately reached out
his hand and took hold of him, saying to him, “O you of little faith, why did
you doubt?”

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