Floating on a Sea of Sorrows

Floating on a sea of sorrows
Waves toss my broken heart
Like a mute rag doll, still afloat

The tears fall
As though the rain itself, cascading
From the wounds within my mess

I hear the trumpet cry of victory in the distance

I groan as I wait

Unsatisfied by the salty wasteland surrounding me
My eyes look up and long for the glory to come
Ever thirsting for Living Water

Floating on a sea of sorrows
My ears are opened to words of life
Alive and active, moving in my midst

My flesh and my heart may fail
But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever

You have delivered my soul from death
My eyes from tears
My feet from stumbling
I will walk before the Lord in the land of the living

Yes, I believed, even when I spoke
“I am greatly afflicted.”

The Lord is my portion, says my soul,
Therefore I will wait on Him.
The Lord is good to those who wait for Him
To the soul who seeks Him
It is good that one should wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord

It is good
And so then it is well with my soul

Surely you will come to me
Like the spring rain that covers the earth
Though I sow in tears
Yet I will reap in joy
This sea of sorrows shall not define me
The joy of the Lord is my strength!

And so I praise the Lord
Yes, even in the pain

And my God—
Hearing my cries
Delighting in my sacrifice of praise
Supplying my every need

Sets me free from the masquerade of hopelessness
And calls out to the depths of the sea,
Peace, be still!

Undone by such mercy,
I arise victorious and stand

The Spirit of the Living God is my portion
And I watch from my sure-footed stance
On the Rock of my Salvation

The sea of sorrows dissipates
Like vapor

I am more than a conqueror
Yet not I, but Christ in me.