washing everything new
running down dry streets
like rivers of forgetfulness
but my head gets wet
and i feel the cold pierce
it is beautiful the sea
wave after wave coming
tranquil power perfected
mesmerizing and free
but the angry strength
kills the careless
it is beautiful the One
who came as a babe
wraps me in loving arms
forgives all my sins
but the righteous Judge
is His Father and I tremble
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