Wading through the wind-worn vale,
My heart and bones are cracking.
The evil one’s echoed assail,
My tortured ears he’s racking.

Waters rising past my strength,
Shame drowns my flaccid tongue.
Alone, floods do my breath out-length.
To twisted tide, succumb.

But in that moment hope restored,
Your voice rings warm and true;
Alone no more, nor e’er before,
My heart clings on to You.

Redeemed by mercy, Your love I must proclaim,
No better life than this, that You have called my name.

Author: Alec