I'm stranded on an island,
In the middle of nowhere.
Swish, swash goes the sounds of the waves
Eep, eeep go the cries of the birds
I turn around, the sounds catching my ears, but silence ensues instead.
All I can see is a strip of land - endless, gleaming, barren.
Is it even an island? I think.
For an island has the shelter, the palm trees, the birds?
Or is that a lie as well?
No boat, no compass
They've left me in labyrinth of mysteries and dangers.
Trusting me with the ability to crawl myself back out.
Trusting Him to guide me through it all.