They swim on the waves.

Tossed about, thrashed and nearly drowned.

Promises of sprouting wings.

Within their heart resounds.

Then one day fulfillment comes.

Of what was once a dream.

They cry, Oh Lord, the sky is mine!

No more water bound”!

We die and face the judgment.
But not as those condemned.

A place is found among His flock.

Its real!  No more pretend.

And 30 years as men count years,

Will pass in blissful state.

How can the water come to mind.

Whose  bonds the Lord did break.

With words of woe you kept us low.

You thought we would remain.

But you did not consider the way it was to be.

The hand of God in Jesus too powerful to restrain.