Where the Lord has touched
Let me begin to heal
Where He has planted
Let me begin to grow
Where the most high dwells
Let the river flow
Until it becomes an ocean
Touching my very soul

In the midst of still water
Is the depth of my soul
Within rushing sea waves
Is the calm voice of the Lord
Calling me to be quiet
And to wait the storm’s end
Fear not until it has past
I am with you always

The Word of our Lord
Has not forgotten us
Nor does He desire to
Loosen us from His heart
His transgressions were ours
Taken out of our hands
Not carelessly laid aside
But purposely forgotten

(Intentionally) He is my God
The treasure of my heart
The failing of my flesh
The coming of the kingdom
Brought low by my doubt
Exalted by His mercy
Lifted up for all to see
Regaining His life for me

© 2006 Tim D. Coulter Sr.