When my soul is drifting out to sea

Over waves of foamy distraction 

Further out from land I flee

My God you are still 

The waves billow and toss about

Unsure the direction I’m pursuing 

Sitting submerged in self doubt

My God you are still

Drenched in forgetfulness 

Days, months, years slip by

Stuck in a whirlpool of directionless

My God you are still 

Clinging to a broken life raft

Barley holding on

Getting destroyed by the downdraft

My God you are still

“Father”, I whisper with every ounce

Cracking and broken voice 

“Be near” I pronounce 

My God you are still

My welled up eyes look toward the Son

Calloused hands reach out, shaking 

There is but only one

My God you are still

My soul finds peace in your essence 

My body finds rest in you arms

My spirit finds strength in your presence 

My God you are still