The Distant Shore

Leaving the Known to Follow God's Call

The Distant Shore

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I cannot see the distant shore,

the land I left to sail.

Far from this sea, so tempest-tossed,

far from the rain and gale.

Launching forth, on one command—

To trust the journey’s cause.

Humbled by the call to leave

and no time left to pause.

I made my way in but a day—

my quest, at once, begun.

Believing every breaking wave

propels me toward the Son.

The shoreline’s far beyond my gaze—

my comfort’s lost to me.

I subdue each hint of fear

and sail on through the sea.

I have no clear direction,

no written map to guide.

Only word that bid me, “Come”

and Promise by my side.

Forever gone from known and clear—

following purpose and call.

Drifting off on faith alone,

through calm and through the squall.

My gait is set, my vessel sure,

defenses for attack.

I have far left the distant shore

and now—no turning back.