The water is deep and the river wide
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My face to the wind against the tide
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This boat is small and the night is black
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The storm is raging but I won't turn
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Back to the shallows where I ran aground
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In the muck, in the mire of the shame and doubt
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And all the lies that they ever told
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I'll be damned if the devil's gonna sink my soul
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I'm getting close, closer
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I can almost touch the north star
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I'm getting close, closer
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This little boat's the hand of God
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The water is deep and the river wide
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There's a porch light burning on the other side
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I can hear my name sung sweet and low
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The voice of my mother calling me home
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Beyond the limits of my mortal mind
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Where grace abounds and love is blind
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These old bones are gonna disappear
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With the hate, the worry and all my fear
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I'm getting close, closer
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I can almost touch the north star
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I'm getting close, closer
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This little boat's the hand of God
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I'm getting close, closer
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I can almost touch the north star
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I'm getting close, closer
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This little boat's the hand of God
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This little boat's the hand of God
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Closer
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| Mindy Smith |
