Jars of Clay. Who We Are Instead. Bonus: Shipwrecked. Zeneszám

He put it in the bottle and he threw it out to sea
But the tide would not surrender and it floated to the beach
So the message of apology His love would never see
He walked around that island all shipwrecked, and heavy

The scars of early childhood stood showing on the skin
Necessary enemy so healing could begin
From the message of apology his heart might soon break free
For now he walks that island all shipwrecked, and ready

Low beyond horizon lines across the salty sea
A boat without a captain makes its way to some city
He prays that it would sail its course to lover or to kin
And fan a thirst for searching and finding him again

Finding Him again
Finding Him again