My Savior
And I'm lying there on the ground alone
My heart is slowing down
And my blood is growing cold
But then He reaches for me and whispers in my ear
My child. There is nothing to fear.
Am I not the Healer -
Who can purge this poison from your veins?
Am I not the King -
Whom even the floodwaters obey?
Am I not the Conqueror -
Throwing sin and death aside?
Am I not the Light -
Come to make darkness run and hide?
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