In over my head
I was washed overboard
Adrift on the high seas
Far from the nearest shore
I cried out to you, my God
Even in the storm
The thunder and lightning
I never was alone
No, never alone
Land, solid dry ground
Wreckage surrounding me
Up the beach, there at the fire
Silently waiting
Home, this is home
My hope in the dark
There you were, shining
You have brought me home
You’ve brought me home
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