dedicated to Pastor Kay Lanasa

Speak to me, dear Lord, so I might know it's you.
So my heart may be stilled by your voice.
As you've been so many times before,
please be again, an anchor for my soul.

Rock of ages, cleft for me,
let me hide myself in thee.
Rock of refuge, on sea or land,
Take this house on shifting sand
and make it a fortress unchangeable and true,
built on the solid rock of you.

Your word comes softly on the wind,
whispering hope again.
I wait as your Spirit cleanses me.
All at once you still my soul.
Now, a vessel clean, fill me.
And through the cracks of this earthen jar,
let your glory shine so far that
I may never cease to see
wonders of your works through me.