As the mountains fall and crumble
and rocks are moved from their place
As the waters wear away the stones face
You are making ready my soul.
I'll not let my heart be carried away
by my own mind, I'll seek whole heartily
after You and there surely I will find,
You are making ready my soul.
I shout and sing praises to by glorious
King! I worship you with spirit and truth
as a holy release. I welcome your chastisement
that ushers in my peace.
For you are making ready my soul!
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