My Lord, my haven, in Your grace I reside,
My Lord, my haven, where my true self can hide.
A cruel wound it would be, should I be denied.
A cruel wound it would be, if by You I'm cast aside.
My Lord, my haven, Your embrace, my guide.
My Lord, my haven, where my very soul can confide.
Without You, whom else would I call?
Without You, who answers when I fall?
Tell me, how can I mend, how can I stand tall?
Tell me, how to salvage, before my spirit is enthralled?
Save me.
Who else is my comfort, through it all?
Who else can I lean on, before shadows enthrall?
A cruel wound it would be, should I be denied.
My Lord, my haven, within You I abide.
My Lord, my haven, You're the key, You confide.
Upon You, my life's fragile vessel, does glide,
Upon You, my hope, where all my dreams confide.
Steer this vessel, to the other side,
Steer this vessel, my guide, my tide.
Let it reach safe harbor, where all fears subside.
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