Waters of Truth
A soft ballad of remorse, mercy, and return.
I didn’t set out to write a song like this.
It just tumbled out one morning — along with my tears.
And somehow, penning these words was cathartic. Healing.
“Waters of Truth” is a song about remorse… but also about being seen, known, and still loved anyway.
It’s about a God who watched — not from a distance, but from just a heartbeat away.
If you’ve strayed from Him — if you’ve wandered far, turn back.
It’s not too late.
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📜 Full Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Let me unbind my heart with remorse,
For I wandered far from your course.
In the pressures of broken trust,
My lonely path felt like a must.
I thought, “I’m just one in the crowd —
Surely I can’t make you weep aloud.”
But oh, how blind was my perception —
Each wound I gave marked your affection.
[Verse 2]
You saw it all — each time I turned,
Each lesson cast aside, unlearned.
And still you watched with wounded eyes,
While I believed my own disguise.
The danger grew — but I was blind,
Too far to hear, too numb to find
The voice that whispered through my shame:
“Return to me — I know your name.”
[Chorus 1]
“Turn it into something beautiful.
Let all your tears fall soft and slow.
They’ll tumble down to the earth below —
And one day, a beautiful flower will grow.”
[Bridge]
Let me be your flower unseen,
Unfolding where your light has been.
Let me rise through pain and folly —
A Lily of the Valley.
[Verse 3]
And when I strayed beyond your law,
And death’s veil closed around my throat,
The wolves dragged me beyond that door —
Their shadows choked my final prayer.
But in the place I least believed,
You came with strength I’d never seen.
You broke the dark and lifted me —
Moving with power to redeem.
[Chorus 2]
Here are your waters of truth —
That a vow can never be broken.
You can never stray too far beyond my rest,
For even the doors of death will I open.
[Bridge]
Let me be your flower unseen,
Unfolding where your light has been.
Let me rise through pain and folly —
A Lily of the Valley.
[Outro]
You wrote it all in quiet songs,
Not just my wrongs — but your aching heart.
Each note held sorrow, love, and loss —
A heart that broke as mine stood still.
You turned the pages none could see —
My rise, my fall, my agony.
You knew the end before the start,
Yet followed every beat of my heart.
