in the beginning oceans were created
nature was flowing like rhythms of life
hope of peace were everywhere awaited
the heavens had come to bring its lawfully bride

but crawling from the earth, there was hatred
thunders of roar came crashing every peace
the oceans turned into a storm of its fated
the hope of humanity, waiting for its release

the cold
the beat
the breeze

we find our peace in the storm of the ocean
where trust is glimmering like a shield of faith
we learn to swim like a new creation
and the hope of the heavens can still remain

this is where faith becomes the evidence of things unseen
when instead of sinking, we chose to swim