| THE TURNING TIDE My Saviour died; He gave His all When I was young I heard His call His blood was spilled; I turned aside And plunged beneath the crimson tide And oh what wondrous uplifting joy He answered prayer; when just a boy His arms held open; welcoming wide And His love flowed over me like the ocean tide I sank below it oh so deep When joy and happiness over me did sweep When on the crest of a wave I did ride And my heart was as light as the foam topped tide But the winds came later and stirred the waves And I seemed to loose grip on the One who saves Drifting away from the Saviour's side Tossed on the billows of the angry tide I called for help but none would hear They turned to me the deafened ear They walked away from the ocean wide And cared not I was sinking beneath the rolling tide I cried in my misery and despair Thinking not that my Saviour was always there And He reached His hand and did gently chide Did you think I would let you drown in the churning tide? I heard your cries but I had plans for you I know for me your heart is true I know your thoughts; nothing can you hide And I will calm for you now the restless tide And He rolled away the heartaches of the years And He dried my eyes and wiped away the tears And I know with assurance from deep inside He has answered prayer and set me on a turning tide Colin Moffett |
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