The waters rage in the angry sea,
full of fury the waves crashing down on me
Hell is on the horizon and closing in.
Fear
and doubt replace hope
as our future begins to dim.
Death calls our name from the black abyss.
The deep beckons our flesh, the
great weakness.
As this voyage of conquest begins to close
a great sadness consumes all I've ever known.
This vessel once strong
bent on conquering
starts to crumble, revealing its frailty.
Our greatest fears are realized.
Our doom approaches, time to
die.
All is lost, the death of hope... NO!!!
Behold the Archegos, Savior of the lost.
He anchors us to shore, with
strength
our weight, he bore.
The grip of death defined,
by grace we will survive.
Dark waters full of wrath,
we leave
behind, never look back.
Pulled out of hopelessness,
a life destined to burn.
Dark clouds are cleared away,
reveal the rising
sun.
I hear these words:
"Face your fears. Search your heart. Trust in Hope.
Death could never hope to drown this
love!!"