A tempestuous sea is surrounding me
I’m in a raft built with my hands
The waves toss and pull me with glee
I start to drown, hopeless of land

Falling upon the broken boards
I cry out in grief and shame
I hadn’t sought or searched my Lord
And so I was to blame

I wept aloud distraught and broken
Begging for forgiveness there
But then the sun began to open
Leaving the sea calm and fair

O, you weak and wretched man who sins,
Listen to this tale of One who lives;
A holy God who put off His crown,
Humbled Himself, to earth He came down.
In the form of a small babe He came,
A weak little thing, born in the hay.
Such a blessed thought; He came to save,
He healed the sick, the blind and the maimed.
Reached out to the lost, calmed raging seas,
Then died on the cross to ransom me.
He payed for my sins. Now I believe!
How can I show you the joy I feel
Since I learned that He broke the tomb's seal?