Stay Afloat on His Grace [en]
I stay afloat on your grace
You're my anchor as well as my kite
You bring me to depths
You show me the sky
I'm a feather made out of lead
Heavy heart heavy head
that gets lost in the wind
of motioning feelings
A storm is coming
you hold me, you lift me
I'm indebted to your efforts
and I shun this image of dependence
I cut all ties
to be even, to reach a tie
I lie on the ground
Peat moss growing on my shame
A black pit, a vortex, a peat bog
The boogie man is coming
There is no oxygen where I lie
No living soul can wade
in the waters of my
Independence.