Women, Children. To the lifeboats!
The waves strike, like knives in a board
And crashes down like swords, heavy to hold
And we fall faster, down into the sea
Screaming, save me, save me!
Ooh, our cries drowned by the storming sounds
And air, long since found our lungs;
Do we deserve to fall so young?
But we fall faster, down into the sea
Screaming, forgive me, forgive me! Ooh
My eyes open slowly and glanced upon a scene
My men, lay beached, caressed by the sea
Each had a cloak over him
Looking as though to bind him
As each struggled against his own
The rags seemed to repair as they were torn. Suffocating and devastating
The cloaks could not be lifted
No matter how gifted my men were
I raised my head in prayer
Searching for the answer
And how suddenly it came
I heard a voice
Say Put your faith in what you can not see
So I put my faith beyond me
And I noticed the warmth from the wind
As it rolled over me, and I looked to the sky
And saw a faint smile, and my cloak blew from me
The wind tossing it into a golden hand
Clenched into a fist. Over rags of dirty cloaks
They seemed to dissolve one by one;
My mens problems were solved!
Stripped from their back, their fears disappeared
As the man with golden hands wore their burdens
They each whispered their praise
Thank you, Oh Savior