No Stand-by God

God's toes touch mine as face-to-face we stand,
my belly brushes His all of the time,
no arms-length God, He reaches for my hand,
our actions move as through a shadow mime.

I float forlorn between the earth and sky,
temptation waves pile on up to my chin,
no stand-by God, He stares close eye-to-eye,
poised to unglue with mercy all my sin.

I realize I have to reach out to Him,
my freedom dictates I must do my part,
no bloodless God, He knows my hopes are dim
if He's not right there for our heart-to-heart.

O human Christ, Who shares my situation,
help me just touch Your offer of salvation.