I stand on the ocean's shore looking at the vast waters of blue

I hear Your voice calling, I feel the tug on my heart

  My tears water the sand, as my feet refuse to move

I try to resist but I know that it is no use

My heart is aching from the uncertainty of whats before me

But even more dreedful is my fate, if Your voice I do not heed

I can only see so far, and nothing seems clear

The path is not mapped out, Narrow is the way, is all I hear

There are no guarentes, no "For Certains" to declare

No sure thing, except, He will be there

Leave the shore, I hear You call from the deep

Abandon all, and your life I will always keep

I feel the tide splashing at my feet, I take a step, and then one more

You beckon me with each oceans roar

Deeper and deeper I hear you call, until the shore where I once stood

now looks so small

The crashing waves have become so still, and the Peace I feel

is in the waters I once feared

From a distance I see the shore, with millions of people standing where I stood

They stare out to sea, as I once did

Some step in when hearing God's voice, while others turn away sadly

As they make thier choice

Not willing to desert the safety of the shore or to abandon

thier life to follow the Lord

In the end the sand castles that we have made

are all swept away by the wind and the waves

For those that choose on the shore to stand

The father will say "I dont know this man".

                                                    poem by Gena Rogers