Riding the Tides

Virtually.....Life is like a glass bottle. We....are like glass bottles.

We float in the tides waiting to reach dry land.
We ride the waves...
We sink....we float....we crash....

And sometimes we break.

Say someone finds our broken pieces, though. Say someone (of a greater being) melts our pieces with his own creation....with his own fire.
Say.....let's say....he makes us new again.

Say....he puts back out in the water again....but this time....He controls the water.....He controls the tides.....
and we float with the strengths and abilities....the density and being that which he has given us.


Life is like a glass bottle.
I am a glass bottle.

And...right now...
I feel like floating against the greater tides.....so....I'm rising from where I've sunk....and I'm going to ride them waves.
I think the only way I'll be able to float up from the depths I'm in....the only way I can get out of this current that's dragging me on to no purpose....is to call on my Maker.



Bring 'em on, baby. Bring 'em on.