If you and I were to swim across the Atlantic we would surely drown
I may get past the buoys
You may get farther chasing the horizon into the midnight blue
But in the end it such an endeavor would be the death of me and you

Such is the state of sinful man
Having rebelled against God
In an ocean of despair without a plan
Kicking and paddling toward a land he can never reach in his own strength

So caught up with ourselves
Were you to ask a description of our environment we wouldn’t even name “water”
It had become our home
The only thing we knew of
And how to do

“…Far too easily pleased…”
the kid content with making mud pies
not understanding the offer of holiday

Like Lot
Knowing things weren’t right
Knowing a judgment must be coming
Yet so stuck in the ways of sin – unable to move

It took your Hand forcefully leading
Severe mercy

“Flee for your lives! Don’t look back!”

Fix my salty eyes forward
So prone to wander
So prone to betray

May they remain ever forward