The Flood

The water waits beneath my feet
The tide that pulls me to the deep
I feel the weight, I feel the sound
Of everything that drags me down

The silence breaks into a storm
A hollow heart, a fractured form
I built my walls on shifting sand
And now they’re drowning from my hands

Every breath is harder still
Every wave bends down my will

The flood, it takes the air from me
I am sinking where the light won’t be
The flood, it breaks the ground beneath 
But I can feel Your voice still calling me

I am the stone, I am the clay
I am the tide that drifts away
But if You break, then I will fall
And find Your mercy after all

I’ll find Your mercy after all!

The flood consumes, but still I breathe
The flood consumes, but still I believe
Still I believe