I.

Your soul is a wave. It floods through a designed vein; it carries your pain.

II.

Dear Lord wash me clean; create in me a new heart, that sees my friend’s tears.

III.

Oceans wide and deep, cannot prevent your promise, to overcome death.

IV.

Rivers running dry, the beginning is so clear; hence from you I came.

V.

Two parts hydrogen, one part oxygen is free; but do we give thanks?