Standing on the edge
I breathe in the air.
To walk to my death is my pledge,
You're the only one who can care.

Lying on the hot sand
I must admit that I am Sick.
I bow to the will of your hand.
Could this be some hateful trick?

Lying there, I can't move.
I don't know how to continue.
But you, in your kindness show me His great love.
Perhaps this will bring something new.

In His love, He gave us the ocean.
In His love, He sent his only to die.
For us, He has a great plan,
One day we will no longer cry.