Haste Off Parting Sound
Farther off course it seems we're drifting
Grab at anything
Just to pull ourselves back home
This sea is furious
She has lost patience and thus, we will sip now
From our early graves
Built the craft and chose the course
Farthest from suffering
Sleep now with proud hearts and with dreams to wake
Should we weather this day?
Shall we brave against the unknown?
Obstacles set on our way
Or give her up to where the winds may lead?
It seems the easy way
Moments from sinking, monument grave
Faces are the weary from the strain
Our wills give way to hunger
Is the sacrifice too great?
As men do tired minds wander
Can our course not be changed?
My captain, we are taking on water
The ship has run aground
We've risked this shallow channel
...drowning off parting sound
The breath of Christ in me
With every toss of the waves
I've found that there is so much more to this
Comfort still gets in the way
Somehow, at the end of this
With every wind at my sail
I'll touch ground
When my comes in...
"If only tired bones were made, made of wood"
What else could we say
"We could give up this endless task"
Despite the rising tide
The weather-worn ship remains
Steady and upright
Set out in search of greater things
And we nearly lost our way
[Chorus]
The breath of Christ in me with every toss of the waves
I've found that there is so much more to this
Comfort still gets in the way
Somehow, at the end of this
With every wind at my sail
I'll ground
When my ship comes in...
