The God Who Walks on Water

Seeking refuge in isolation.

I come apart in lamentation.

With a burden that seems too much to bear

Seeking for a place to cast my cares

There’s a darkness I cannot describe

And a prevalent unholy vibe

Where without knowing you must go

And you truly know that you don’t know 

I will trust in the God who walks on water

I will trust in the God who raised the dead

I will trust in the God who died and rose again

For by his life my soul is fed.

There is one who stands in the gap

There’s a way that won’t show on your map

How to tread the path of wakefulness 

This is the way of the wilderness 

No comforts there in the shadow of death

It will surely take away your breath

You can curl up like Elijah

Or flee to the shelter of his wings-He’ll hide ya

I will trust in the God who walks on water

I will trust in the God who raised the dead

I will trust in the God who died and rose again

For by his life my soul is fed.

This is the home the heart desires

Where its better than a chariot of fire

No promise that your chariot will fly

There’s a better way to live and die

Where without knowing you must go

And you truly know that you don’t know 

In Christ alone-in his embrace

He’ll not let you go no matter what you face

I will trust in the God who walks on water

I will trust in the God who raised the dead

I will trust in the God who died and rose again

For by his life my soul is fed.

January 6, 2026

Anthony Foster