You love me again today, Lord?
Where do you find this love?
Is there no depth to the well that is you?
There is no depth to the well of need that is me.
So I come again and again and again and again
Fresh water pours over me, washes me, and restores
the battered places.
Battered b the choices I have made
And the roles that I have played
I worship you
Fount of never ending love
God of this outrageous love
I worship you
--Shelia Walsh