You are the topic of every epic we have ever been told

And as I stand on this cliff, the wind whips through me and I am made bold

Once again, Your presence creeps into my consciousness

Grace made tangible in this newly anointed place

And I am brought to my clear senses

That none of my perceived failings or disgrace

Has ever touched my being or inheritance

I am whole, I am clean, I am free

And I brought to my knees

Sink in; permeate this weary flesh

Breathe; life as clean and fresh

As the salt-seasoned breeze

Please Father, pull me to my feet

‘Why are you kneeling, my son?

I put strength in that back-bone

Knowing that you would fall

But I promise, you will never taste defeat

You are whole, you are clean, you are free

Get up, rise from your knees!’

We can no longer linger in the shadows of our shame and brokenness

For as sure as the wind blows

He has already redeemed all of this

Live as whole, live as clean, live as free

Everything you were made to be

Standing at the edge of self-discovery

Tired and weary

Our body trembles, buckles

We are afraid of being hurt again

Been stabbed in the back by our own friends

We don’t know if we can mend

Minds riddled with unsuccessful recoveries

We’re scared

Lord, we’re terrified

But dive in we must

Cause there has to be something better than this

For we see testimony of You in the sea

Your creation, all of nature

So with a sudden rush

We abandon our solitary perching place

And as we wash away the mourning dust

Immersed; we see Your face