The Surfer

How many times have I
Wanted to ride
On the crest of God's Spirit
That surges inside?

And I thought of the times
That I'd lost all my nerve
I did not want to paddle
I did not want to serve

I thought of the times
That I'd stood on the beach
Really needing a surfboard
And someone to teach me

Jesus has given me
Thoughts I can ride
With confidence, now,
I'm resting inside

And, now I can paddle
God's hand is my oar
As I ride all the waves
To His wonderful shore