The Rope

The Rope

Martina McBride

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In waters calm I sailed from shore

To see what I might see

And having never sailed before

I drifted aimlessly

A warm breeze rocked my boat until

In slumber I fell sound

But woke to find the light grown dim

And dark clouds gathering 'round

In haste I worked at turning back

But now the wind blew wrong

And when the night came cold and black

My strength was almost gone

But with one last small thread of hope

I bowed my head to pray

Then through the dark I saw a rope

And heard a calm voice say

Grab the rope

Hold it tight

In the distance

Shines a light

Neither fear

Nor feel alone

There is One

Who'll lead you home

I heard my heart beat loud and fast

But did as I was told

And with the rosey dawn at last

Dry land I did behold

I kissed the sandy banks and swore

My sailing days were through

But should I ever stray from shore

I know now what to do

Grab the rope Hold it tight

In the distance Shines a light

Neither fear Nor Feel Alone

There is One Who'll lead you home