Shifted Sands

My souls arrest

Yet who can find

A journey faltered

Hit bump and grind

Blossom and whither

So many a kind

My souls gone lay arrested

The gallivant sea

The raging storm

Bottled up motions

Now ire yet torn

This not ought to happen

I knew it, I’d sworn

Yet my souls gone lay arrested

Remember the beauty

Wonderful prodigious hand

Of a graciously glorious

Merciful man

Who dug to the depths

Of the sin slaughtered sand

My soul no longer lays arrested