Comrades In The Whisper, In The Gale
Years are slipping by
And still no sign of dawn
We've sailed in constant twilight
Forgetting moon and sun
Broken teeth
Haunted hearts
And weary feet
Buried us in the deep
I can see it all
When I'm sinking
Over all the seas, past the stars in the sky
We won't need our ships to reach glory so bright
After all is said, after all is done
We won't need our ships, our bones, or our blood in Your glory
Where shadows will no longer be
Branded on the hearts of
Those who dared to persevere
Through death's deepest dark
All my pretense falls onto the floor
When Your voice comes like a wind in the door:
"Be set free."
