Exodus

I took a road not meant for me,
a pathway not my own
where dry land carved into the sea,
and sank like any stone.

A galewind blew throughout the night;
the waters stood like walls,
but when I chased the burning light,
the seas began to fall.

And though I'd thought the way was dry,
I sank into the mud.
Those fortress walls that stood so high
came down on me in flood.

So now I hear deep call to deep:
The breakers and the waves
are roaring, roaring me to sleep
in praise of God who saves.

And now I know that you are God—
would that I'd known before
without the touch of staff and rod,
without the stormwinds' roar.

But I will sing your triumph, too,
from here beneath the sea,
for now I know it must be true:
You'll make a way for me.