A Sea Rages

So I just watched Francis Chan's "Basic. Fear God." and I felt inspired.



As I lay within my bed preparing to depart
To lands of bliss and fantasy hid deep within my heart,
I heard the waves begin to rise—they swallowed all the floor
With arms of foam and feet of sand they held fast shut the door.

As inches of the salty sea began to swell and grow,
I started to unlearn my life. I started not to know.
There was one thing I understood, one fact I held quite dear:
The truest thing that swallowed me was unrelenting fear.

Anxiety possessed the key to shutting out the flow,
But try did I with all my might, I couldn’t help but show.
I jumped upon my bed and hoped the vessel wouldn’t fail.
I grasped the sheets with trembling hands and screamed to no avail.

Then the waters rose above the beaten mattress sloop,
And all I had to save myself was hope I couldn’t group.
The ceiling stared excitedly expecting my approach
I put my hands upon his face and showed him my reproach.

Alas the tide had come in full, and all my breaths were gone.
With acrid tears and widened eyes I bid farewell the dawn.
That moment magnified my fear to heights I’d never known—
The oceans and the weight of dread both chilled me to the bone.

So with the last of all my time I breathed in deep the brine,
Though what I found, not fright but life, filled up those lungs of mine.
And had I known it all along I never would have fought
I would have drowned a thousand times to be so finely wrought.