By Pat Evans 

The door to my soul remains open, And flood waters are coming in; 

In the mire, there is no standing, Lord forgive me, for I have sinned. 

You know that I am foolish, And my sins are not hid from Thee; Draw near to my soul and redeem it, Through Your grace, Lord, deliver me.

Pull me out of the rising water, Cleanse what I do and think; Help me live as You have taught us, Without You, I'll continue to sink.

They will perish at Your presence, As wax melts before a fire; While You continue to bless the righteous,  Granting grace to whom You desire. 

Never let me be put to confusion, Confound those that lay wait for me; You are my Rock and my Foundation, Through Your grace, Lord, deliver me. 

You know my shame and dishonor, And my enemies are all before Thee; Blot them out of the book of the living, Through Your grace, Lord, deliver me.

Save me from the hand of the wicked, From the unrighteous and cruel man; Even when I'm old and greyheaded, I will survive by the strength of Your hand 

Hear me through Your loving kindness, Please protect me continually; You are my hope and my salvation, Through Your grace, Lord, deliver me.