Deep calls out to me.
The depth of God’s soul
Thunderously calls out to my soul
My soul longs for the depth of its creator.
Deep calls out to me.
The clay molder
The compass
The storms music player
The king of kings rules.
Deep calls out to me.
To blow and praise
To raise hands in worship and honour
To honour with my strength
To confess that His is Lord!
Deep calls out to me.
To not conform to standards
For only His standards
Henceforth conquering
With the Son, Holy Spirit; He sets my table in the midst of enmity.
Deep calls out to me!
