Breathe

The sea rages inside and out
Great waves crash around
The sight of the lighthouse is gone
And the foghorn makes no sound

The night of life comes
The air fills with dread
The cold winds hit you hard
And your spiritual self seems dead

So, slowly you sink
Into the sea of trials you fall
You struggle to stay above the waves
And wearily to the Lord you call

Your burdens and mistakes cast you
Tumbling to the depths below
But as the bottom hits your feet
The Son begins to glow

"The load may be heavy my child
This is a test so don't you grieve
You may be down in the pit of this sea
But I give the breath for you to breathe."