The Maker of the waves

Does send a daunting save

That speaks of ships of loss

Where storms they came to toss.

 

But underneath the sea

Is the sound of Destiny

That comes to call you nigh

To leaves the old behind.

 

You’ll feel you soon will drowned

From death that makes its round

But Christ is making room

For that which LIVES in you.

 

So as the ship does break

The waves will pick up pace

For in the loss is gain

And floods will bring His rain.

 

Unleashed is Heavens Name

And He will open graves

And what is buried deep

No longer shall you seek.

 

For new has come from deep

It floats upon the sea

A beautiful new ministry

Has found room now to breathe.

 

Sept. 8, 2018