Lake Okanagen, British Colombia, September 2007 |
How each storm has come and gone,
You stilled the waves of the ocean deep within my heart.
How the waters crashed and pulled me toward the ocean floor,
but a Savior came and lifted me toward the shore.
Now under the sun and over the mountains I dance with you,
For this life I owe you have rescued and renewed.
You are the savior, my Lord, my everything,
Raising me up a victor from the depths of shame, from the depths of sin.
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