This one is harder...

It gets harder.
It gets harder to say yes.
The fear starts setting in.
I actually feel afraid.
The ground beneath my feet feels so much less certain.
It feels unstable and invisible.

Where is the line between responsibility and faith?
Where is the assurance of "There is still hope for you," over "You're never gonna make it here."
At the moment there are not any more feelings of security for either choice.

Am I willing to pay this price?
Of course, yes.
My heart screams yes!
My will is just slightly cowering in the echoes of those screams.

Jesus, I stepped out of the boat before.
I was afraid but I did it.
I'm in the boat again, Jesus.
I'm in the boat and I am stepping out, I think I just need a hand getting out this time.
Just for a moment, let me feel You hold me.
You know I would follow you anywhere...