I've been walking for miles on this beach now,
and the waters up to my ankles I dare not go any further.
See I'm afraid of the ocean cause I've been shipwrecked before,
and it makes it hard to believe or trust in anything.
So heres my letter tossed out into the sea,
hoping someone will find it, hoping someone will come find me.
It's an all to familiar sight, the bottom of this bottle,
where I searched so many nights for the God I'm still looking for.
But it's not to late,
to be oh, oh delivered.
No, no its not to late,
to be oh, oh delivered,
from our hells, from our vices, from the things that bind us.
I've been looking up at these stars, these nights I've been trying to fall asleep,
hoping that they'd direct me, hoping they'd direct my feet.
But the stars they tell me nothing, and the clouds just move on by,
I guess I've been giving into to much that doesn't give back.
But it's not to late,
to be oh, oh delivered.
No, no its not to late,
to be oh, oh delivered,
from our hells, from our vices, from the things that bind us.
But those who still reject You will be as restless as the sea.
Ya there ain't no rest for the wicked does that mean there's no rest for me?
I feel abandoned on these sandy restless shores.
I guess I've been living for nothing,
about time I started living for more.

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