I've memorized the sound of waiting
Learned the shape of hope deferred
Every ripple marks my asking
Every silence feels unheard
If healing's only for the fastest hands
Then what becomes of those who can't stand?
So I cry out, Lord of Bethesda
Not for the waters stirred by chance
But for the Word that spoke creation
For the touch that makes me stand
I don't need the pool to move me
I need You to call my name
Lord of Bethesda, heal my heart
Make me new again
I've been crawling through my own reflection
Dragging shame I cannot outrun
Every failure stitched into my breathing
Every vow undone
I have tried to baptize myself in hope
And tried to wash with borrowed faith
But all the water in this broken world
Cannot cleanse this way
If mercy waits for perfect timing
Then I am lost inside the lie
So I cry out, Lord of Bethesda
Not for the waters stirred by chance
But for the Lamb who bore my sickness
For the cross where healing stands
I don't need the pool to save me
I need the blood that makes me clean
Lord of Bethesda, heal my heart
You didn't ask me if I believed enough
You didn't measure strength or will
You stepped into my brokenness
And loved me where I lay still
The waters were only ever pointing
To the day You'd take my place
When healing flowed from open hands
And mercy wore my pain
You are not bound to troubled waters
You are not waiting on a sign
You are the resurrection standing
In the ruin of my life
So I cry out, Lord of Bethesda
Lord of wounds and empty graves
Crucified and risen Savior
You alone have power to save
Let Your healing river find me
Let it wash me, let it stay
Lord of Bethesda, make me whole
(I don't need the water to...)
I need You
(I don't need the water to...)
I don't need the water to heal me
I need You
(I don't need the water...)
Lord of Bethesda, I need You
4:43
