A reminder for anyone who feels like they’re drowning —
His hand still reaches through the storm.

The seas rage, they roar with power,
waves crash against the rocks,
the wind wild and howling.

A cry from the depths:
Rescue me, I’m drowning, going under again.

As I sink, this time going down,
feeling, knowing — this time I’m lost forever.

Then, out of nowhere, Your hand reaches down
and lifts me up again,
pulling me from the depths like a ray of light.

I find myself drenched on the shore,
barely able to breathe,
yet again Your hand has rescued me
from my own folly.

Your grace and compassion know no end.
Your mercy always pulls me out to safety, just in time.

When will I learn to trust You?
When will I stop walking into waters too deep to stand?

Yet every time I cry out, You are there to rescue me.
Your mercy, Your grace, Your compassion
find me every time.

Your love never fails.
You surround me, You cover me,
all You have done to rescue me.

How many times, Lord?
I hear You say, how many times should I forgive?

Seventy times seven.
My forgiveness never ends.

While you have breath in your lungs,
I can and will rescue you.
Keep your account short.

His mercy pulls us from the depths — every single time.