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Upon the parting waters I take my stand.
My foothold slips, I reach for His hand.
He pulls me up ever so gently, take me in.
He scolds me for my disobedience, my burdened sin.

The water flows within my soul,
Sometimes calm,
Sometimes rapid,
But nonetheless, adrift I stand.

I cry out,
The water moves.
Where, O Lord, is my foothold?
Why does it forsake me?

Take me, heal me,
Forgive this uneasiness of heart.
What shall save me dear God?
What shall hide such foolishness?

You're teaching, in all it's majesty, shows me but pain.
Must I endure?

I will, O Lord, I will.
For Your Word, O Lord, is perfect, blameless, and worthy of my praise.

You end the waters.
You remove my blame.
You restore my soul.
You are my strength.

You call me heavenward with Your perfect wisdom.
You hold me steadfast.
May my soul rejoice in You.
Amen.

Libby M. Grammer