My lord, my lord, my lord!
He calls me by the thunder,
The timbre of his voice still
Resonating in my bones.
I sanctify myself in his waters,
Wading earnestly into his depths.
His hands have touched my soul
And readied me to receive him.
I saw him at the midnight hour,
Felt his power wash over me.
My heart is heavy with doubt.
I worry, is it wrong to love him?
He takes my hand and leads it
Over this world he carries,
Letting me feel every mountain,
Every valley, and every hill.
I leave no stone unturned,
No lake undisturbed,
No ocean calm.
He tells me that I am home.