We were free, we were brave, we thought Providence our slave,
Til the sea rose to fight and sent us hurling to our graves;
We cried out as we drowned, but our voices made no sound in the waves.
Not a truce, nor a bribe, could help us in that tide,
All our faith, all our pride, all our strength was cast aside;
We were lost to the sea, sunk and buried underneath; but I survived.
And it came without a warning.
Swept upon us in the morning.
In the middle of our laughter, when all was well;
That unspeakable disaster fell.
We were kings, we were kin, fought as brothers to the end;
We were drunk, we were hazed, we threw caution to the wind;
We were gods – so we thought – but we learned who we were then:
So pay attention to the warning.
If you want to see the morning.
In the middle of our laughter, when all was well:
That unspeakable disaster…
Crashed into our anchor.
And sent us falling to our Maker.
So heed the words of one who lived to tell the tale.
Learn a lesson from the men who failed.
And I don't know why I survived. I too deserved to die.
But Providence has turned His eye.
Grace has chosen me to stay; to live another day; to give my heart a word to write:
Of Peace, that reached through the debris of that wreckage I call "me", and brought me safely through the night.
Of Love, stronger than the flood, that fills my heart like blood, and keeps me anchored to the Light
So listen to what I have found, when my world ran aground:
Grace was still a greater tide
And all that I have left to say to those who've lost their way:
Oh, Grace can even save a shipwrecked life.