I belong in the water;
I belong in the wind.
I belong in the place where my God is.
I was formed from the dust;
I was knit in the womb.
I was bounden to bring news from the Messiah's tomb.
I am broken.
I am weak.
I am tired and meek.
But I've been made to sing;
And I'm rising to soar.
And now forever I will praise my Lord.

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