It pours down... this frost-like rain...
It's our ship caught in a vehement hurricane.
Our hearts are downcast,
While we all cling to this splintered mast.
Doubting Thomas points out into the sea,
Know this; those waves are contrary to you and me.
A torrent of wind humiliates our sail,
Quick! cover your head; here comes the hail.
O where could the Master be,
Where is he?
Violently shaken to and fro,
Our heart's stability hides itself low.
So look around yourself with your eyes,
And see past who you thought they were; their false disguise.
For I believe in the same boat we all reside,
Many too afraid to step out onto the cold water, the harsh tide.
It's our ship caught in a vehement hurricane.
Our hearts are downcast,
While we all cling to this splintered mast.
Doubting Thomas points out into the sea,
Know this; those waves are contrary to you and me.
A torrent of wind humiliates our sail,
Quick! cover your head; here comes the hail.
O where could the Master be,
Where is he?
Violently shaken to and fro,
Our heart's stability hides itself low.
So look around yourself with your eyes,
And see past who you thought they were; their false disguise.
For I believe in the same boat we all reside,
Many too afraid to step out onto the cold water, the harsh tide.