There is no need for us to miss the ground in water while we tread.
As long as our legs extend, we will float and avoid becoming dead.
No need to fear the water that we're wading in.
No kind of depth can take us as long as we can swim
I think I'm leagues under the sea,
But I'm on the surface breathing quite normally.
Just you and me.
Temptation and desire is all that has thrown my heart below my kicking paddle knees.
The doubt I have is in my head-
A spiraling staircase that leads to a bed of no rest;
At best, just a place to fornicate with my own distress.
And as I lay down with my own crown,
My unpleasant chest, house of wheezing lungs is proof that my heart pumps blood without hope of a home.
But I have one, despite my disbelief.
(I'm) Questioning (my) convictions-
I'm reluctant to even think!
Put God in these oceans,
A container with fitting limits.
(Then I'll believe...then I'll believe.)
Oh no, oh no!
Where has my mind gone?
Oh no, oh no!
My beliefs are thoughts that logic has frowned on.
Oh no, oh no!
The lifeguards I built are drowning.
Yes! God You're astounding.
Fix me.
Child, you cannot swim until you're still.
My child, either rest or be ill.