I Know the Rock

I thought I knew the road. Now water hides the ground, and every path behind me bears the mark of my own feet. No map. No answer. Only one name I have not forgotten. I followed what I wanted, trusted what I knew. I took the voice inside my head and called it something true. Stone by stone I built these walls, then wondered where the daylight went. I was so certain of my way... until my way came to an end. Lord— I have no strength to climb from here. No ground beneath my feet. If I am coming out— You will have to reach me. Will You reach into these waters? Will You find me in the deep? Will You lift me from the mire and put the rock beneath my feet? I cannot see tomorrow. I barely see today. But somewhere underneath this fear— I still remember Your name. Wait... I know this hand. I have felt it once before. Different water. Different walls. The same God at the door. You heard me when my voice was gone. You held me when I found no ground. I thought that I survived the deep— No. YOU PULLED ME OUT. Now I remember. The depth beneath me never measured how far Your hand could reach. The pit was never deeper than Your mercy. The water never stronger than Your arm. So let me learn what fear could never teach me: I do not need to save myself. FROM ABOVE— YOU REACHED FOR ME. FROM DEEP WATERS— YOU DREW ME OUT. FROM THE PIT— YOU LIFTED ME. ON THE ROCK— YOU SET MY FEET. When there was no room left to breathe— YOU BROUGHT ME OUT INTO A WIDE PLACE. Now I can see it. Not the road. Not tomorrow. Something better. I know the One who leads me. THIS IS MY PROPHECY. Not a future I invented. Not a crown I gave myself. Not a promise born from pride to make me greater than I am. MY PROPHECY IS YOUR FAITHFULNESS. The God who found me then will find me now. If the waters rise— I KNOW YOUR HAND. If the ground gives way— I KNOW THE ROCK. If the road disappears— I KNOW YOUR VOICE. I do not need to see the way. I KNOW WHO LEADS ME. I was the man beneath the water. I was the man inside the pit. I was the man who trusted only what his eyes could see. LOOK AT ME NOW. Not without scars. Not without fear. But standing. I did not become strong because I never fell. I became strong when I learned where strength comes from. YOU REACHED DOWN. YOU TOOK MY HAND. YOU PULLED ME OUT. YOU SET MY FEET. AND NOW— I WALK. The pit was real. The water was deep. But Your hand went deeper. My prophecy? You are faithful. My road? Where You lead. And now... I walk.