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"The Sea Always Seems To Put Me At Ease" You are the topic of every epic we have ever been told And as I stand on this cliff, the wind whips through me and I am made bold Once again, Your presence creeps into my consciousness Grace made tangible in this newly anointed place
And I am brought to my clear senses That none of my perceived failings or disgrace Has ever touched my being or inheritance I am whole, I am clean, I am free And I am brought to my knees Sink in; permeate this weary flesh Breathe; life as clean and fresh As the salt-seasoned breeze
Please Father, pull me to my feet ‘Why are you kneeling, my son? I put strength in that back-bone Knowing that you would fall But I promise, you will never taste defeat You are whole, you are clean, you are free Get up, rise from your knees!’
We can no longer linger in the shadows of our shame and brokenness For as sure as the wind blows He has already redeemed all of this Live as whole, live as clean, live as free Everything you were made to be Standing at the edge of self-discovery
Tired and weary Our body trembles, buckles We are afraid of being hurt again Been stabbed in the back by our own friends We don’t know if we can mend Minds riddled with unsuccessful recoveries We’re scared Lord, we’re terrified