Your walking on the water bit
By far my favourite one
But now it seems we're drowning
In a drop of water, love

Well, I made my bed of cut roses by understanding that the cause, it just comes first with my Mrs. Jesus
The Gospel changes meaning if you follow John or Paul but could you ever let it be, the Mary of it all?

And even as I'm climbing up the stairs I know there's heaven there
And then empty arms that comes with the morning star...