crossing the line

had issues with summer camp director from day one. don't really know the why's to it all. confused with where i am supposed to be and what i'm supposed to do, i draw my line in the sand and step across. waiting for a hopeful end to the matter. i sit here on my island of sand. saw the shark in the water and the boat that went by. prayed again and waved to the pilot. didn't know it was You. the shark rears its ugly head again. Now I am ready for you to let down the rope so i can climb on. Guard my decisions Lord.