Too many at a time it seems,
I lost the ground,
I lost the float,
I hang on only to You.
And I will keep my eyes above the waves,
The more it comes,
The more I praise.
Let the anecdote to pain,
Be singing glory to Your Name.
For who is like the Lord,
Who can create, and destroy,
And who is the only One,
Able to sustain.
Oh Lord,
No matter where the waves carry me,
I will swim, I will push, I will run, to You,
Again and again.
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