Words of The Lamb magazine

I slipped
While running toward You
And You picked me up.
Because that’s what my Father does.

You call the seas to still
When we call upon You.
And on the day I didn’t think I’d make it
I found a reason and it pointed to you;
They always do.
Because that’s what my Father does.

I carried all these things
To hold me up,
But the waves tore them down;
Nothing else could carry me,
Because that’s what my Father does.

I was treading
In dangerous waters
Thinking about something
Taking Your place,
But I’m done now.
And You’ll help me out of here;
You’ve never forgotten to love me,
Because that’s what my Father does.

And on the day that I didn’t think I’d make it
I found a reason
And it pointed to You.
They always do.
Because that’s what my father does.

He painted the sky with stars
To tell a man that it would be okay.
And He lit a bush on fire
To tell a run-away
That He weren’t okay
Leaving it that way.
When there wasn’t a way
He split the sea.
And when a woman had lost all hope
He helped her to see.
He’ll rejoice when a sinner comes home.
And He’ll tell the sea to be still
When we call upon Him.
He’ll find the sheep that’s gone missing,
And heal the woman who touched His cloak.
So I know He will show up today.
He’ll come into the brokenness
To help a daughter
Who went astray.
Because thats what my Father does.

And He sent His son
To bear my shame,
He didn’t care
That He wasn’t to blame.
I’ve got a Lord who loves to bless me
And I can’t explain why.