I have drifted Amidst languid groans Of wooden ships With rhythmic tones, Creaking timbered Beams and bones Whispered notes And anecdotes Cadence set by ocean swells And harmonies of distant bells. The melody of Wood on wood Should never be Misunderstood The moaning Clothed in solitude Burnished coals Of ships and souls My table strewn with wine and bread, The wind my song, the stars my bed. There’s comfort found When pulled away From restive thoughts, And restless fray, Creating peace Amidst the waves Rocked in cots Of afterthoughts Staunchly anchored, chain and steel Allowing heart and soul to heal My spirit groans In search of hope Just like those wooden Ships afloat Praying God Will help me cope By granting peace In sweet release And calm the seas of fretful night With blankets warm and soothing light. Take me, make me Soothe my soul Shape my spirit Make me whole Choose me, use me Take control Breathe your breath And put to death My hubris and my lack of grace Let light my darkened heart replace. Jesus comes To ease my pain Lifting me Without disdain Bringing warmth Midst pouring rain With comfort groans And gentle tones Shining light within my dark Giving anchor to my heart Thanks be to God For all my groans, My beating heart And brittle bones Strengthened by My Cornerstone Who sacrificed His perfect life To build a bridge that sets me free To live with Him eternally. |
