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Thursday, March 25, 2010

Rinse Away


Standing out in the rain
trying to melt away the pain
I've felt it long, its too intense
I need a holy, grace-filled rinse.

The overwhelming anxiety
the dark sadness,in evil notoriety 
make it impossible to take a breath
to cleanse my soul, to calm my chest.

So in the rain I stand and cry
I need some peace, a big supply
Lord let it rain, rain down on me
I need your comfort, your company.

I hear a whisper, hear a sound
I stop in step and turn around
and there he stood, the Sage of Sages
none other than The Rock of Ages.

Let me hide myself in thee, 
open my eyes so I can see
the peace you give, its all around
from the blue skies, to the soft green ground.

Holy Rock, I need your embrace
just for a while to hide my face
to let you whisper in my ear
"Be not afraid, for I am here."

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