I really used to feel I was getting somewhere.
And I was.
The current pulled me and I paddled with it,
Away from shore
Away from my God and away from rest.
I used to tear at my soul,
hopeing the rips would make me heal or make me whole.
I opened casms I could not fill
And broke my heart and couldnt feel.
Oh that death would bring me life
But it won't if either is just mine
But Jesus' death and Jesus' strife
Will bring me healing if I cling to Him
It hurts to paddle againt the current,
But less than it hurts to live in death.
He will bring me to the shore
Against the current to something more.