Pour on me, bathe me In the light of Your Grace. The water so gentle, Like a Mother’s embrace.

I’m kneeling before You, In need of Your Touch. The stream of those blessings That I’m craving so much.

Just a drop in the ocean.. Just a lost little lamb. Yet You guide me back home. And You know who I am.

In this glimmering prayer I am quietly immersed, Realizing — You’re with me And it’s quenching my thirst.