Here he comes
Surfing my thoughts
Negative tide
Swamping what I'm taught
But I won't listen
I won't acquiesce
I'm Your child
I am truly blessed
The grin on his face
Makes my skin crawl
Thanks to Your grace
This is not my brawl
You may be silent
I may be wrong
I've made mistakes
But I can move on
Send in Your tidal wave
Wash him off his board
Fill my thoughts with grace
I will heed Your word
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