Order my steps before you let them be directed
Keep my prayers before thee and my heart Father, perfect it
In the darkest depth of my life your rod it comforts me
For your line of grace and hook of love saves me from the death in this sea
Out of drowning in the ocean of shame and despair
My spots, my depravity from the darkness, I cannot stomach, leave me in the depths that’s my prayer
No you cry as you pull me into the depths of light
Your spots are precious to me; you are beautiful in my sight
I break the surface into the open air, it is then I see a man
Bruised, broken, almost grotesque holding out his hand
He then speaks and says by my wounds you are justified by my bruises you are made free
It is then the fisherman is transfigured right before me.
The light so great, the glory words cannot explain
But now I know this fisherman has not caught me up in vain
Because in this display of glorious light
My spots reflect spectrums of color my depravity is turned to might
In this display of strength, and glory oh how I long to have stayed there
But a wave has come upon me and the current has become my snare
I am once again in the ocean, in its darkest depths and plans
In desperation I grab all the hooks in hope I will meet that man
Left and right I am lost my moment of rapture it has passed me by
It is then I hear it a still small voice and a distinct cry
Qualified, finished, for you that display was done
So that this ocean will be lit by my glory and you hold onto your salvation
I in my doubt and fear this voice is a lie
For in this darkness the hooks are not made in love but made so that I will die
Destruction surely is my path I cannot avoid these hooks as I can’t see them
The voice then cries let your light shine, let it lead you back to Him
If this is you, I have no light apart from what you presented
The voice then declares that was the past my light is eternally cemented
In the facets of your spots in the deepness of your depraved soul
My light is made perfect as it is my secret place that you may be made whole