Will you be the rain to wash the desert from me
Will you be the wind when the calm steals my breath away
Will you be the quiet when the voices won't stop
Will you be provision, when my hands are not
I will wash the desert sand
I will breathe my life
I'll speak and break the fear.
I will be.
Will you heal the scars to painful to touch
Will you wrestle my thoughts back from the dark
Will you make my walls salvation and peace
And let me in through the gates of praise.
I will hold a broken reed
I will shine my light.
My song will be your peace
I will be.
And I've got a friend.. I've got a Friend..