[Words - Easter / music - Kirkpatrick] [James 5:12, Proverbs 27:6] You finally noticed Did it dawn on you slowly Or was it a blast of cold air You're adrift on an ocean of silence You've lost track of the last time there was anyone here You sought the silence Scuttled any and all who didn't see things the same Your actions turned quickly to habits You slipped your moorings And soon you were drifting away Swept with the tide Pulled out to sea No course or sense of direction Swept with the tide Pulled out to sea A lost ship adrift With a ghost at the wheel To some you're a memory Others choose to say I do not remember at all Some wait and pray and scan the horizon Hoping that one day they'll see you come home Swept with the tide Pulled out to sea A lost ship adrift With a ghost at the wheel