The Sea Always Seems to Put Me at Ease

You are the topic of every epic we have ever been told
 And as I stand on this cliff, the wind whips through me and I am made bold
 Once again, your presence creeps into my consciousness
 Grace made tangible, in this newly anointed place
 And I am brought to my clear senses
 That none of my perceived failings or disgrace
 Has ever touched, my being or inheritance
 I am whole, I am clean, I am free
 And I brought to my knees
 Sink in; permeate this weary flesh
 Breathe; life is clean and fresh
 As the salt-seasoned breeze
 Please, Father, pull me to my feet
 "Why are you kneeling, my son?
 I put strength in that back-bone
 Knowing that you would fall
 But I promise, you will never taste defeat
 You are whole, you are clean, you are free
 Get up, rise from your knees"
 We can no longer linger in the shadows
 Of our shame and brokenness
 For as sure as the wind blows
 He has already redeemed all of this
 Live as whole
 Live as clean
 Live as free
 Everything you were made to be
 Standing at the edge of self-discovery
 Tired and weary
 Our body trembles, buckles
 We are afraid of being hurt again
 Been stabbed in the back by our own friends
 We don't know if we can mend
 Minds riddled with unsuccessful recoveries
 We're scared, Lord, we're terrified
 But dive in we must 'cause there has to be something better than this
 For we see testimony of you in the sea
 Your creation, all of nature
 So with a sudden rush
 We abandon our solitary perching place
 And as we wash away the mourning dust
 Immersed; we see your face