Your surety in my desperate nights
aids my confession to the Light.
Thought, touch, sight
There is healing through that water.
Your compassion in my darkest hour.
Maker, shaper, power
Your breath on my soul, as wind,
lifts me from my drowning sin.
Healer, savior, friend
Offering what I am;
my thought, my touch, my sight
To you I surrender;
my maker, my shaper, my power
Be all to me;
my healer, my savior, my friend
Rebecca Wilson 2/8/20