Like a boat that’s stuck in sand

so my days can be,

waiting for the tide to come in

to set the boat afree.

The tide is at its lowest

just before the turn,

O how I long for heaven

how my heart does yearn.

I groan within to be free

of this body and wicked world,

like Stephen we need to look up

as the stones are being hurled.

The depression and anxiety

the tormenting thoughts each day,

the wickedness in the world you see

and things that people say.

They’re all like stones being hurled at you

so many more there are,

It causes me to cling to my Father

and see Jesus in heaven afar.

He died that we might be forgiven

He died to set us free,

So we have a hope only through Him

that in heaven we will be.

O what a joy as we look up

and see Him seated on the right hand of the Father,

O what strength He gives each day

Like Him there is no other.

There’s no other name under heav’n given to men

by which we must be saved,

Jesus the Son of God

whose life He freely gave.

So come to Him all ye who are burdened

and broken and hurting within,

Repent of your sin and ask Jesus in

He will cleanse you and forgive all your sin.

He will love you and keep you

as you walk with Him,

when you read His word and pray

He will give you peace and joy within.

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Acts 4:12 Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.