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.