Like a fish out of water, I gasp for you, Lord

Like a fish,

That pants and thrashes,

Out of its salty oceans,
I gasp for you, Lord.

I am no amphibian.

Though I may flap
in a flourish of activity,

I gain nothing by it

when I am out of your world,

when your oxygen does not flood my gills.
You are the sea in which I must swim.
Your words the salt I need for happiness.

Without you,
I slowly die,
inside.