Wheeling Gull Isle All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned

Day will break.

And God will speak.

May sinner crawl, crumble and dust.
May He lead you to light.

Bones wither and decay.

Ablaze in an ocean wrought from holy hands.

You and I, Lord, we see.

There will be a greatness to come.

Fear not, Lord.

You've baptized many.
Now wash over me.