Things aren’t as they seem.
You’re heart is tired of hoping.
Nothing is rooting for you to keep sailing…
The storm is lasting too long and its robbing your confession.
The waters are far and deep and you’re not rowing no more.
your eyes don’t see the adventure ahead,
they can’t see the paradise promised to you.
You’re saying ”No shore.. ”
You’re asking ”where’s shore…”
”Show me shore…”
Show me a sign.
you’re tired of sailing and searching.
Land is what you desire.
The promised land.
That’s what you want to see but none of it is in reach.
So you doubt the promise and the giver of it.
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Your vessel has holes now and water is springing in.
What was in the past is showing up…
Lousy thoughts are calling you out…
Hopelessness is getting a grip and it’s gaining a voice over things…
Sinking vessel is the name you never thought you would have,
and singing was the last thing you would do in the middle of it.
Because the storm is lasting too long and it’s robbing your song.
You’re a Song bird forgetting to sing because you’re not seeing progress.
But you were designed to see the unseen.
And to bring things to be.
We sing to prophesy… To bring to life.
The storm is lasting too long and its robbing your song.
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Now you’re asking..
”What’s a boat with a million holes?
I have no fight in me to save myself.
I have no praise in me to speak a fight.”
And so you let the water in… You let the vessel sink.
You watched yourself submerge in the lie.
”What’s a boat with a million holes…” you say…
”what’s the use?
I’m already down this road.
what’s a little more darkness to the night?
Cause what’s a ray of light to a tunnel?
What’s a ray of light to a tunnel?”
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”It’s everything…”
A ray of light is everything to a tunnel
A single ray speaks…
It says ”things aren’t as they seem.”
See, Hope has a way of being so contrary to the Visible.
It calls a grave a bed.
It calls death- sleep.
It sees a birthing out of the barren.
Hope is the image your eyes don’t need to see.
At least not at first.
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So hear me now…
Sinking vessel is the name the situation has given you beloved…
but none of these drowning waters will enter your lungs.
This is my declaration over you.
Nothing will hinder your being free.
Nothing will hinder your song to me.
I have made a way for everything you’re drowning in,
to be a way for my love and grace to enter in.
I have called the deep waters you’re submerged in, grace.
I have rendered your mistakes my canvas, and I will make undeniable beauty out of it.
I say ‘beautiful!’ to the ashes.
I say ‘soaring!’ to the wingless.
I say ‘pure!’ to the stained.
I say ‘alive!’ to the dead.
Nothing is at it seems.
None of these waters will enter your lungs, you will sing.
I will be known to you, as the one who saw you, for what you didn’t seem to be.
The one who knows the hidden treasures I placed in you.
The one who makes you clean with the words I speak to you.
I am the one singing over you.
saying that things are not as they seem…
Things are not as they seem.
Don’t let the storm rob you.
The giver of the promise is in the storm.
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Oh love. Amen.