landonthomson

Flooded

‌I saw hope when I was with You,

and the madness of self ceased to drown me.

Weak, and suffocated by shame,

My feeble ears were flooded with a powerful sound.

A voice that commanded this hurricane to settle

and the waves of fear were long forgotten.

You then exalted me to higher waters,

Filling my tortured lungs with perfect life.

And there I stayed, newly made,

In an ocean, endless and complete.