In the Sea
Here between two walls Surrounded by sheets of blue It seems hard to believe You will lead me safely through We spattered the doorpost red And waited in the dread of night Holding our firstborn son Praying that he wouldn't die It is so hard to trust When my fate is not held in my hand And as I march through the sea I'm scared I won't reach the land I have felt the whip of slavery But now I am not so sure That in this sea of doubt That You hold me secure What does it mean to b