Drowning

you’re the oxygen i need,

at the bottom of the sea.

its too dark to see,

when plunged in the deep.

hopeless in defeat i sense my flesh is weak

i fear that this may be my castaway scene.

i capsize on a reef, lost out at sea.

running low on belief,

and morale growing bleak.

a locker under water; my dreaded destiny.

yet, all of this, an apocalypse,

the man who dies alone.

sees not his fate alone at sea,

a morbid picture bare as bone.

he casts this image from heart to abyss.

sets sail from mind to wind.

along with lies and fairytales,

dark magic of fallen sin.

a covenant recalled.

a promised truth that reaches shore.

an anchor, compass, captain.

who sails the seas forevermore.

he resurrects seaweed souls,

corpses who walked the plank.

they’ll rise to walk same waters,

same waves of which they sank.

drowning is who i was,

enslaved at the bottom of the deep.

a suffocated soul wasting away,

child of the dark in the enemies keep.

until the captains’ hands of grace,

broke open my lockers gate.

released my chains as we swam away,

to the surface of fortunate fate.

truth be told, my awoken soul,

soars the deep like the God-sent dove.

thy captain has drowned out

the dark of the deep.

now im drowning in His deep love.

 

r.w