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island of grace
i hoist the anchor
and set the coarse
where the winds of desire would lead

a fugitive from reality
fleeting in my sin
the waves the sun
the breeze

but the winds did change
and took me beyond my choosing

waves they crashed
against a creaking hull
lost at sea
in uncharted waters
god help

fighting to float
sweeping waves
cover the bow
the wheel slipping from
my hands

my sin brought me here

i awaken to the ocean
beating rhythmically the shore
i look to see my vessel
the ship of my sins desires

from the rock it came to rest
it slides beneath the great expanse
but for the grace of god go i

so here i stand
shipwrecked upon this island
truly saved
by grace