Pounded by waves,
Rocked by the wind,
My heart danger craves,
I know I have sinned.
Lord, save me from harm,
Ere the waves engulf me,
Thinking I had a life of charm,
Now I perish in the sea.
From Your presence I have fled,
Now on Your grace I plea;
My only hope is in the One Who bled,
Who died for a foolish sinner like me.
Keep me safe with friends and kin.
Speak to me on Sunday morn.
Help me know Your love again.
Cause my faith to be reborn.
Make me contented in Your will,
To find fulfillment among my brothers.
Keep me from chasing a cheap thrill,
Help me speak Your grace to others.
Protected I’ll have peaceful sleep,
When on my pillow my head does rest.
In His shadow the Lord will keep,
When storms oft’ my faith do test.
Deane Wassink April 20, 2003