They say You walked upon the water once; when You lived as all men do.
Please teach me how t walk the way you did, because I want to walk with You.
They say You taught a lame man how to dance; when he had never stood without a crutch.
Well, here am I Lord, holding out my withered hands, and I’m just waiting to be touched.
Write me into Your story. Whisper it to me, and let me know I am Yours…
They say You spoke and calmed and angry wave, that was tossed across a stormy sea.
Please teach me how to listen, how to obey, ’cause there’s a storm inside of me.
Write me into Your story! Whisper it to me, and let me know I am Yours…
They drove the cold nails through your tired hands, and rolled a stone to seal Your grave.
Feels like the devil’s rolled a stone onto my heart.
Can You roll that stone away?