III. Armoire At Sea Video (MV)

Comrades were scurrying sailfish while saltwater fuzz
Blurred the sail between the surface and I
Survival was my task with breath held
If omnipresent, would God meet me in the trench
Marianas yanks feet while memories bash my brow
I am driftwood leaning against an everlasting armor
A carpenter by trade but Son of God
Upon open seas, will he walk this ocean
In search for me? Float onward
Seaweed cut from its root
Me atop an everlasting armor
Tonight I'm the only wave splashing
The surface; the heavens reflect infinite
On this plane I wade. Whether peering up
Or down, the same questions persist
Will the constellations engulf us all
If I'm yours but my wife has died
Is there comfort outside this everlasting armor
Under more pressure than can be endured
I despair of life itself, but whether the depths
Or heaven's hosts swallow me whole
Let me be counted among your saints
Eternal God, be my refuge
For even beneath the abyss
Let me find your everlasting arms