How did we end up here
Washed up on the seashore
Swept in by the waves
Beaten and bewildered
By these stormy seas
Like a shipwreck sinking
That’s how it feels
When everything within
Is trying to stay true
To the compass directing
Trying to hold to the way things use to be
Rather than breaking free
Feeling the fresh wind blow
Refreshing my soul
It longs to carry me
To where the sun is shining
Where the warmth of a smile
And fresh flowers are blooming
Sweet fragrance, full of delight
Love is all around
But somewhere along the way
The blue skies have faded
Those days of dancing, parading
Were joy is to be found
Were the burden is lighter
Flowing free, like a river
Where there is grace
No longer a fight
Peace – is like a river
But isn’t this what life, is all about
The journey of becoming, of growing
Knowing and beholding
Every moment
With our Creator
There will be highs, there will be lows
Where the sea billows roll
Even through the valleys, we will go
Facing heart ache and disappointment
Dreams may come, or even fade away
Disappearing for a moment into the shade
Over time covered by the dust we’ve made
Until a fresh wind blows, a fresh fire kindles
And we remember that the sea billows roll
Stirring my heart, awakening my soul
With the wonder, of our Creator
Why does the wind blow
Someday those forgotten dreams lying in the dust
Get sprinkled with hope and faith
Courage comes and the seed begins to grow
Everything finds its rightful place with time
With our Creator
And the seed grows in the soil of a barren land
The meandering river refreshes
Restoring my soul
And the crossroads come
The mountain top, even the valley unfolds
Reminds us once again, that the sea billows roll
And with our Creator
He lights the way
Even when things go astray
The blue skies may fade for a season
Some will laugh and some will say
But isn’t this – always the way
Where the sea billows roll
Reminds me of the light that shines brighter
Even through darker and stormy days
Hope will come
Where we will dream once again
With our Creator
As the pain fades, the comforter heals
The grass will grow and the flowers will bloom
The barren wasteland once more becoming a spring
He will light the way
Darker days can feel like those stormy seas
The voyage only ever for a season
But sometimes the shipwreck
Comes for an unknown reason
The way ahead uncertain
When everything around, is shaken
Maybe the trumpet will sound in this season
And in the barren land, we will hear a new sound
Heavens all around
Will your anchor hold
In the stormy seas
When the darker clouds come
And the rain falls down
When you cannot see the road ahead
Who is the anchor, of my soul
Who is the steadfast rock
Who is the one who makes me whole
Yet you wonder
Will your anchor hold
In the stormy seas
When all else is gone
And Heavens all around
When the sea billows roll
And I hear the sound
My hope is built
On Christ alone
He is – our Creator
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