Low Tide

I drew a straight line My barrel was fixed on the tree line My back to the shore The ocean roared I drew a straight line My barrel was fixed on the tree line My back to the shore The ocean roared Then came the blindside A fool suckered in by the low tide Adrift in the waves, a castaway Sling me that line again! Shocked to be so naïve when I know every story ends this way Pull me to shore again! Thought I could swim but I've learned It takes more than a clever pen to break Break the waves See how the heart goes wherever the volatile wind blows? Its anchors aweigh with each new wave Sling me that line again! Shocked to be so naïve when I know every story ends this way Pull me to shore again! Thought I could swim but I've learned It takes more than a clever pen to break Break the waves The line that I've drawn in the sand keeps shifting Catastrophe caved in my castle walls God, grant me the gift of a deeper wisdom And courage to rise every time I fall