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