Jordan

I touched the water,
cool and restless beneath my hand.

Wading the eastern shore,
I felt the current resist me,
but You called me upstream,
into waters I feared to cross.

You carved a path where none had been,
turned depths into dry ground.
I removed my sandals,
laid down what I once carried.
I stepped in.

The river rose.
And I did not drown,
I am new,
swept into another land.

You touched the water,
and the river caught fire.