When stormy waves wash high about my boat
The breakers roar and peaceful channels flee
When hope departs but for the lowest note
He makes for me paths in the sea
When storm clouds rise with darkness all around
The sun is hid — the course I cannot see
Though faintest rays of help cannot be found
He make for me paths in the sea
I see you walking off into the sunset
And I’m standing here alone
I see webs woven around you
While I sit apart on a stone
I see your ships all coming in
But mine is lost at sea
I see your doors open and close behind you
While I can’t even find my key
I know the facts are what is real
And don’t always match how I feel
I know how tempting things can look
The flashy cover on a book
I know that trust means stepping back
And praying I’m on the right track
I know there is a master plan
And I just take each step I can
The storm has finally broken
We stand here in its wake
Battered, bruised, and weary
But we would not break
The quiet calm belies
The fragments left behind
A long road still ahead
Life’s pieces we will find
The dark, malicious threat
Lurks in the background still
But we have strength to fight
And beat this foe we will
We never would give up
With faith we know we’ll win
Claim victory in His power
And rise up strong again
The times are ever changing
When is not the time for change?
Always growing, starting, ending
Things are different, time so strange
Treasured things slip by so fast
Hoped for things come by so slow
They say hurry up and wait but
Really you can’t ever know
What today is promised sure
Tomorrow may completely shift
Like a mirage it disappears
Into an atmospheric rift
Don’t give up though just because
Your plans change from what you knew
Your hope, your future is all planned
In the right time it will come true
I’m so afraid of falling
Now that I’ve climbed this high
The rocks so loose and foreign
I’m hanging in the sky
I thought I’d never reach it
Slide back at every try
This height still makes me dizzy
The air so cold and thin
The ground so far below me
From where I did begin
I fear that I’m too weak from
The hard places I’ve been
You tell me not to look down
But where I want to go
To trust the ropes to hold me
From tumbling down below
I’ll focus on my handholds
And trust in what I know
