| I see a ghost, a spirit
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| Walking on the water
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| He bids me come to Him
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| Without a boat
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| To walk upon the sea
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| So I jump over the edge
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| And take a step upon the water
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| I’m getting closer
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| As I feel the sea move
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| Underneath my feet
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| I feel the wind and hear
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| The roar of waves
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| That crash around me
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| And when they get their hold on me
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| I feel I’m going down
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| Please don’t let me drown
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| Like Peter all those years ago
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| Who looked away and sank below
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| When I sink in seas of doubt
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| Will You take my hand and pull me out?
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| The devil and the deep blue sea
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| With open arms awaiting me
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| But I won’t go down tonight
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| If I keep my eyes on You, I’ll be alright
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| God, the storms are heavy
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| And the waves have beaten me down
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| And the winds have turned me
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| Every which way
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| Round and round and round
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| It’s so hard to focus
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| But I don’t want to look away
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| Even when the waves grow higher
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| Every day
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| Higher every day
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| Waves and whirlwinds turn my eyes
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| Raging under threatening skies
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| The miracles of yesterday
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| Can sometimes seem so far away
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| Oh we of little faith, how quickly we forget
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| Tired and battered by the waves
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| Won’t let the waters be my grave
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| Devotion deeper than the sea
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| The ocean’s tide won’t swallow me
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| A hand is reaching
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| I grab it and rise |