4th century BC
Plato
- Idealism — forms over particulars
- The Republic ethic: “God is not the author of evil”
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Columba pushed the coracle
Out from the only home he knew
Said the call was on the water
Oh-ee-ah, and the tribe would not come too
For the camp had drawn its borders
And the gate had named its price
But the Caller doesn't bargain
And the wind don't roll the dice
[Pre-Chorus]
Ae-ee-ohh-aehh… the salt is on the air,
Oh-ee-ah-ohh… and the deep is everywhere
[Chorus]
So I'm sailing, oh-ee-OH-ee, I'm sailing
Past the harbor of the known
With the fence line at my back now
And the deep ahead, my own
They can keep the walls they're building
AAAH-ee-yah, they can keep the keys they sold
I would rather drift with Jesus
Than be safe inside the fold
[Verse 2]
Every prophet got the same map
Out the door and down the years
Out beyond the approval
Oh-ee-ah, out beyond the sneers
And the shunning was the sending
Though they meant it for my harm
The Author wrote the exile
As an open, sending arm
[Chorus]
So I'm sailing, oh-ee-OH-ee, I'm sailing
Past the harbor of the known
With the fence line at my back now
And the deep ahead, my own
They can keep the walls they're building
AAAH-ee-yah, they can keep the keys they sold
I would rather drift with Jesus
Than be safe inside the fold
[Bridge]
Row, row, eh-eh-eh, the salt and the spray
Leave the camp and the keys and the cage
Row, row, oh-ee-OH, He's making a way
Out past the gatekeeper's rage
[Final Chorus]
So I'm sailing, oh-ee-OH-ee, I'm sailing
And the harbor's far behind
With the wide sea of His mercy
And the fence out of my mind
Let them keep the walls they're building
AAAH-ee-yah, let them keep the keys they sold
I am drifting home with Jesus
And His arms are the only fold
[Extended Outro]
Row, row… oh-ee-ah… past the gatekeeper's rage…
Ae-ee-ohh… I'm sailing, I'm sailing…
Aaah-ee-yah… His arms are the only fold…
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