We are his...

A friend sent these lyrics to me today. Her friend wrote them...(CD is just newly out: check out Karla Adolphe: Enter the Cirlce of Worship: Chair and Microphone Vol3). Even though I have yet to hear the song, her words encourage me:

maybe i don't have the strength
maybe i don't have the faith
you brought me here in forty years
when i know this trip should take a week
i've shed my tears and shed my blood
been outran some by the flood
and winter steals my songs away
in all of this i've come undone

when you walk through the water
i will be with you
when you pass through the river
those waves they will not overtake you
when you walk on the fire
those flames they will not touch you
you are mine
you are mine

i've been a child
i've been a slave
and i've grown bitter
and learned to pray
i've packed my bags and started back
the cost is just too high to pay

when you walk through the water
i will be with you
when you pass through the river
those waves they will not overtake you
when you walk on the fire
those flames they will not touch you
you are mine
you are mine

you are mine

[We are His. Psalm 63. My soul thirsts for him. We are His. We belong to Him.]