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!
