I wrote this story for you. My Soul I am drifting away out to the sea. How did I get here? I do not know. It is getting dark, and I am far from home. I am drowning in my sin. There is nothing I can do to save myself. I am lost. You, who are standing safe on the shore, do you see me? Do you care? Your rope can save me. I do not understand what your rope may be - prayer, friendship or religion. Hey, I am lost and about to die! THROW ME THE ROPE.