Why do you stand on the shore? 
Why do you think about everything else? 
What is your fear? 
You see the waters, the sun makes you sweat, the sand is burning your feet. 
The water is good. 
The surface looks wild, as a rabid beast. 
But what about underneath? 
Below the surface. 
Where it's all clear, where it's calm and beautiful.
You would deny yourself that?
Take that step, jump in. You control your own feet, make them do something. 
He waits for you, away from the surface, with wisdom and grace.