Lord you take the water's calm,
Hold it in your wounded palm,
Rough the waves and make me see
The greatness of your majesty.
And then you take the storms in me,
The churning of my inner sea,
Walk upon my pain and fear
Showing me that you are near.
And Lord you bid me come and die
So to your side I will fly
Feel the wounds and know the pain
Crying worthy, worthy is your name.
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