It feels less like a lake, more like a moat

Ben gave me the wonderful gift of these lyrics last night at work...

The Atlantic was born today and I'll tell you how...
The clouds above opened up and let it out.
I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
When the water filled every hole.
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
Making islands where no island should go.
Oh no.
Those people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flood lands to your door have been silenced forever more.
The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before
Oh no.
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer...

Death Cab For Cutie: Transatlanticism


I want you so much closer Gomars...

and as I sought Him last night, wrestling this hopelessness that was tugging at my heart, He spoke:
"Everything lost can be found"

Yes Lord, walking in the way of Your Truth, we wait EAGERLY for you, for Your Name and Your Renown are the desire of our soul