Out of the depth of the deepest sea
Flows extreme joy I seek,
Up high at the highest peak
Lay waste the wisdom I crave.
Curtain closed to my aspirations,
White flags raised in my battles
And I am in this valley
With a heart filled with grief
But the Sun refused to set
While I was still on labourers kits.
Thunderstorms of hope
Resonate from distant land
Where I hardly thought
Will come the least relief,
Rain of redemption from heaven came
And flooded the valley with kind waters
While I flaots to new heights
Where victory gladly calls.
Just because the sun refused to set
While I was still on labourers kits.
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