The weight’s getting too much…
The water’s pulling me in
No strength to push back, no breath to hold on
I’m reaching out to nothing… calling out to no one
There’s no one there
No end for this tunnel i’m in
I thought my roots would bear the floods
Didn’t know i had them sunk in shifting sands…
Knew my anchor would hold
Problem is…i forgot to let it down before the storms hit… before it got too much
All i have is a memory of what i heard… what i knew to be true
And though i have no strength left to paddle
I’ll trust in the promise giver… more than the promise
I’ll put my last in it…i’ll put this hope in Him
Psalm 16: 6, The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.
Yet still it stands, a promise He will keep
He’s keeping even when i drown
I have a beautiful inheritance… the lines, for me, have fallen in pleasant places
So even as the water pulls me deeper
As my breath grows thinner…
I’ll trust in the promise keeper…I’ll trust in His promise
And that will be my floater
That will pull me out of the waters.
Hold on to the one thing that’ll never shift: the promise keeper spoke…He will bring it to pass.