My Lord, my Lord, my Lord, my friend...
You are so good to me.
You know how much I love you Lord;
For this you set me free.
You took me from the miry clay;
Set my feet upon the rock.
Don\'t let me fear when you\'re revealed;
Save me from the shock.
Your gift is dear, for all that hear...
The lovely know your voice:
To choose life, and not death;
It\'s theirs to make the choice.
Who knows the times?
And times, and times,
And half a time again..
The thief he comes in the night;
To steal what you gave..
But you will rise, to their surprise;
And slay them with your tongue.
The Spirit calls, for those with balls:
Resting in your Son.