Walking With the Potter
My friend stands on water
And waves at the waves
Watching water weave with me
Which wetly behaves
As it should in this instance
With fluid resistance
I cry out and call out
And ask for assistance.
His hand clenched my wrist
As my face hit the water
I toss and I twist
but the hands of the potter
have pulled me from slip and surround me.
The world is still turning around me,
Unfocussed until I stop spinning
To stand and embrace this beginning.
BonjourPoetry 
Hi, I like the use of a story to tell how we are daily saved from our own failings and how He is the strong hand to pull us out of our messes. Well thought out. God Bless,Mike.
I like this one. Kudos.