The flow of water, its source a mystery
Its end never seen
Over the ledge it flows, smoothing the rough stone below
Like His Grace it has no end
Let your waters pour over me
And smooth the stone heart within
Let the waters rise
Let the overflow wash it clean
Love so strong it pulls me in deep
I was confortable resting on shore
But beneath the surface is where I want to be
I lift my hands let go and Lord it’s only you I see
Drifting further and further away
Unable to escape the current it pulls back on course
Your hand Lord reaches with the flow of each drop
The current is strong and I’m done trying to fight
I let it drag me under
For when it gets rough it’s when things are being made right
