Three Days Down

Ooh, ooh. Jonah ran from the whisper, from the call

on his name. Bought a ticket for Tarshish, tried to outrun the flame.

But the wind rose up angry, and the waves wouldn't rest, 'til the sailors

cried mercy and Jonah confessed. "I've been running from the Maker, from the One

who gives breath." So they tossed him to the deep, and the sea

grew still as death. Three days down in the belly

of the dark, where the water wrapped around him and the night cut sharp.

But grace swam deeper than the fear he felt inside when the great