The winds were blowing wildly,
                                
                                Lightening flashed across the 
                                sky.
                                
                                The billows tossed and turned 
                                me.
                                
                                Satan whispered vicious lies.
                                
                                 
                                
                                You will never make it,
                                
                                You are lost upon the sea.
                                
                                There is no one here to help,
                                
                                It is only you and me.
                                
                                 

                                
                                O but you are wrong, said I
                                
                                I have my armor on, 
                                
                                
                                With it you are defeated,
                                
                                Christ is in me, I am strong.
                                
                                 
                                
                                My anchor holds me steady,
                                
                                During many trials or tests.
                                
                                And the captain of my ship,
                                
                                Knows for me, what is the 
                                best.
                                
                                
                                My safety lies in Jesus,
                                
                                I am hidden deep in Him.
                                
                                He is my own safe harbor,
                                
                                When the lights begin to dim.
                                
                                 
                                
                                My Jesus walks on water,
                                
                                Heals the sick; raises the 
                                dead.
                                
                                 He’ll calm these trouble 
                                waters.
                                
                                And with that, the devil fled.
                                
                                 

                                
                                So keep your eyes on Jesus,
                                
                                Don’t be fretful, He is near.
                                
                                Simply call upon His name,
                                
                                For your pleas, He’ll always 
                                hear.
                                
                                 
                                
                                 
                                
                                © 2004 Marie Williams