Jesus, there is no satisfaction deeper than you.
Though, I vainly seek a morsel of fulfillment here,
It is like sifting grains of fine white sand.
Left holding partial shells and pretty stones
That others have discarded.
No intrinsic worth, nothing to last and please me.
I abandon my treasure, empty bucket, and stare across the sea.
You, my Jesus, come walking on the water.
You’re headed straight for me.
I take your hand and walk out
Where mortals aren’t meant to go.
Rumbles of ecstatic waves curl beneath my feet.
Untamed sunlight dances before each step.
My hands are empty now.
Jesus, if I throw all I am seeking down,
Will you lead me on the water?
In your presence the shore recedes.
We can walk forever,
Your presence and sustaining hand all my pleasure.