I'm crossing an ocean of faith
Riding upon the secrets I hide from man
For the vessel is what grace is made of
It is not sea worthy
Nor navigable by sight
I am only drawn towards the other side
I watch wondering of the hold
Will it fill with water?
Will the holes in my spoken words
Reveal themselves to me once again
And though the mariner knows my haste
The waterline draws near
But I see the shoreline before me
Will forgiveness reach for my bow too late?
Will unworthiness drop its anchor too soon?
Spare me this quest
Relieve me of my fears
Will I sink
Or will I land leaving behind my confessions
For they are of no use to me now
You are not moved
And God already knew