My Calm // Your Storm

Seven years on the seven seas

The winds have ceased all is well at ease

There's no tempest to attack me

Afloat on the boat of mediocrity



Way back when You first calmed me

At peace with you I'd always be

But now it's empty methodology

The fine white tomb that no one sees.



Ooh Ooh I am perishing

Within the grey of faith and form

Arise rebuke my content and my peace

Make my calm, Your storm



I want to navigate out of this lukewarm sea

Into the stream of reality

Let the waves throw their threats at me

Makes me hold on more tightly



I want to set my sails free

Discontent with what will be will be

I want to kill this thief That steals life from me

And kill myself, the pharisee



Save me I am perishing

In this grey of faith and form

Arise rebuke my content and my peace

Make my calm, Your storm