The StoryTeller

by: Psalmnoel F. Figueroa

All day long we go through our lives

neglecting the presence of the Almighty One

Stumbling and fumbling we skip through it all

but never notice the Man who helped us through the fall

As I stood up and looked at the mirror

Blank emotions rose up within

Searching for happiness I ought to understand

Never knew that the Man, He has a plan

He showed me glimpse of my future history

Amazed by the wonders and the powers in His glory

since then I stood up firm and stable

in my faith, giving Him my all in all

but after some time I went to my old self

giving away to pleasures of sin

day by day I strayed too far

to the point of no return, no light in sight

I worked hard to get myself back to the road

but found myself washed by the raging rivers

Rivers of men whom like myself before denied

The wonder and power of God, and the one and only Christ

I swam and pushed myself to the limit

just to swim in the opposite direction

of the rivers who continue to pull me away

to safety, to haven, to God’s amazing grace

As years had passed I almost gave up

In shame I let go of my rock

Let myself be washed away to the raging rivers

And said I dont know what to do, im nothing without you

at that very moment time had stopped

I felt myself lifting up away from the waters

floating away I found myself in dry land

and saw the Man, smiling at me, and I smiled back

No words could ever compare how happy I was

when I came to know the Man, the Mighty Jesus

All it took was a confession to myself

Nothing could ever move me, without Christ Himself

I now find myself telling His story

of how he ended up dying in that tree

and how he made our lives really better

I am now nothing, but His Storyteller

this is my story of how my old self

struggled to swim across the raging waters

now I dont have to swim at all

because I have a bridge, who will help me through it all.

Psalm