I wake and find I’m in a sea
That salty tastes and is Blood Red
And know that drowning is by me
Who grasped for life, found death instead.
How frantically I flail away
To find salvation from my death
And finally clutch the Wood, His Way:
His Cross restores my Eden health.
As I submit to Cross’s wounds,
I’m washed in Blood that pours from Him:
Restores my salt in Church’s womb–
Rise from Her font, am free of sin.
From slavery to His freedom borne
On Church’s Ark to Promised Land–
An Ark that by His Cross is formed
To makes us new: His glorious band.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 