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A massive wave of a deep black sea,
Is what my guilt amounts to me.
The past, the past I do regret
The pain of it doth make me fret.
The girl, the smile, the face,
The sweetest love, her warm embrace;
These things I remember in the night,
Oh! that I could make them right.
The pain, the sorrow,
The still tomorrow,
Is there no rest for my soul?
Is there naught to make me whole?
The guilt, a sea,
A tsunami,
Death I feel each day I live.
But Death’s fear instinctive;
I cannot die by my hand.
There is no rest in this land!
Please, save me from my sin!
Please redeem where I’ve been!
You payed my debt, I see it now,
And although I know not how,
I know that I’m free from my master past
And I know that I’ll not be the last.
So, before your kingdom comes in Glory
I’ll tell others of my story
I’ll plead with them, to end their sin
And tell them of the place I’ve been
That they can see your love for me
And they can have that love from Thee.