Be my ship
Be my shore
The lock and key to my cellar door
Please...keep me from fading
Be my ocean
Be my sky
A gentle whisper when roaring waves collide
Please...keep me from falling
Broken, beaten, burned, and bruised
When I'm forgotten; when I'm used
When life's purpose seems out of reach
Be the anchor to which I cling
Lord, be my everything
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