[Words - Easter / music - Kirkpatrick]
[James 5:12, Proverbs 27:6]
You finally noticed
Did it dawn on you
slowly
Or was it a blast of cold air
You're adrift on an ocean of silence
You've lost track of the last time there was anyone
here
You sought the silence
Scuttled any and all who didn't see things the same
Your actions turned quickly to habits
You
slipped your moorings
And soon you were drifting away
Swept with the tide
Pulled out to sea
No course or sense of
direction
Swept with the tide
Pulled out to sea
A lost ship adrift
With a ghost at the wheel
To some you're a
memory
Others choose to say I do not remember at all
Some wait and pray and scan the horizon
Hoping that one day they'll see you
come home
Swept with the tide
Pulled out to sea
A lost ship adrift
With a ghost at the wheel