I swim in waves of mercy,
Am carried by the grace,
The water laps up against my face
And I'm completely bathed in this love.
It carries me when I just can't kick to swim another yard-
It actually seems to move me faster sometimes when I fall limp, and helplessly,
float.
When I kick and swim with all my might
Trying to get beyond wherever I am-
Those waters, they cushion my angry fists
And simply catch my angry tears, counting each one.
I don't understand every season,
I sometimes don't want to leave, or desperately want to be done,
But these waters forever, perplexingly, wonderfully and lovingly
Always carry me along;
God of love, whose compassion is deeper and wider than all the seas.
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