In the Whisper, In the Gale - Comrades

Years are slipping by,

And still no sign of dawn.

We’ve sailed in constant twilight,

Forgetting moon and sun.

Broken teeth,

Haunted hearts

And weary feet,

Buried us in the deep.

I can see it all.

When I’m sinking.

Over all the seas, past the stars in the sky,

We won’t need our ships to reach glory so bright.

After all is said, after all is done,

We won’t need our ships, our bones, or our blood in Your glory.

Where shadows will no longer be

branded on the hearts of

those who dared to persevere

through death’s deepest dark.

All my pretense falls onto the floor

When Your voice comes like a wind in the door:

«Be set free.»