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Cycle
The ocean washes over my feet.
I watch them fade away.
The sun makes it hard to see.
Yet it has made another day.
I'm on the edge of confession.
This is eating away at my inside.
The same mistakes seem to be mentioned.
Makes me feel more dead them alive.
I know that God is forgiving.
But where is the price I pay?
I feel like I should be accountable for living.
Instead of letting him take my pain away.
I give thanks for one who holds me up with grace.
For he can lift mountains and move great seas.
He is the one who can uncover my face.
Lift my eyes to him and make my heart free.
He helps me step out of that sand.
The weight has been lifted from my feet.
Once the sun goes down beyond the land.
My eyes can now finally see.
I give thanks to the holy one.
Who has already forgiven me.
