In the midst of the tempest, tossed and torn,
an ancient ship heaved on high on the roaring waves
embracing the wind, it rode the crest full speed
with vision set Nor'east
and none could alter it's course -
Now the sails are the members which make up His church
the mast, Christ crucified
From the vessel's midst, stirred the sleeping Christ
in response to the cries of the crew
(for no other captain is true)
The wind which billowed the full white sails
was the wake, where the Spirit came to speed
us all toward a filling of light
The Word of God was clear and sure,
"Don't ask Me to calm the storm
for you've far to go and time is short.
Don't ask Me
to calm
the storm."
