All that we see
Is all that remains
No assumptions to seize
And no maybes to claim
It’s our turn to breathe
And hold our breath for a while
The current from the sea
Make me feel like a child
A child that grasps
And clings to the rocks
As he swims and he asks
To be pushed towards the docks
We search for a lighthouse
To give us a sign
But His words have now echoed
Be Your will not mine
I know I’ll be fine
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