At the water’s edge, I wait,

praying Lord I’m not too late.

My soul is scorched by thirst and ache.

As heaven’s waters wash and break.

At the water’s edge, frozen, I stand,

Yearning for heaven to lend a hand,

Thirsty, hollow, and alone.

seeking waters to quench my bone.

You called my name at dawn’s first light,

But morning passed without a sight.

You called my name at the break of dawn,

But the day has come and the day has gone.

The waters flowed, as I stood frozen,

Deaf to your voice, though my heart, chosen.

I stand here still, grounded, all forlorn,

Waiting for some kind of sign to dawn.

I long to drink the words you give,

The waters that will make me live.

But fear grips me at the edge,

And I’m hesitant to take the pledge.

Why am I deaf to your command?

I fear the edge, the unknown land,

Why can’t I hear your voice, so clear;

when your word can vanquish all my fear?

Patiently you wait for me to jump,

To take the leap and break my slump.

At a moment’s notice, I want to drink,

To feel your life flow, to make me think.

Lord, take away this fear of mine,

Let the water wash and shine.

Take away my fear, fulfill my dream,

Lord, your word is a flowing stream,

A wellspring of life, a balm so sweet.

Let your waters wash my feet.

Knock me off this edge so high,

Before the day is done and night draws nigh.

So as the sun sets in the west,

And darkness falls upon my breast,

At nightfall, I wait for thee,

Let your waters set me free,

To take away my pain and strife.

And carry me into eternal life.

Let your waters heal my soul,

And make me whole, and make me whole.