Lyrics
My vessel is not tossed aside
By the raging winds
And the storms of the sea
Why have a map
When you keep your sails set
Catching every gust from the storm
Will lead you down straight to the ocean floor
Go and marry the spirit of this age
To wake up widowed in the next
Today has its own illusions
As the days before them had
Embrace the arrogance
Watchman, sound the horn; people, listen
Maintain the course; maintain the mission
Watchman, stand! Not all waves are meant to be ridden
Oh sweet writer
Forgiver of this letter
A once beautiful script now stamped and measured
You'll see
I'll be again calligraphy
Unbound by the margins of society
We'll be the verse of worship every eye can read
My Captain met my mutiny with mercy
He tamed my chains
He gave me sight through the night
Mast was raised
Course was set: living sacrifice
You threaten me with roaring waves
Forgetting who they obey
You bring me to searing flames
That consume only for a day
All these years and he has yet to wrong me
How could I blaspheme my King
Do not be afraid
To speak truth in this age
We are pillars forged in the finest fires
Burn me or hang me
Your threats ring hollow
I will stand in the truth of Christ
Writer(s): Micah Kinard
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