Wind howling, waves crashing, as I travel this troubled sea,
My ship tossing, white knuckles slipping, there is no rest for me.

My heart is full of turmoil that I myself, brought on,
A light turns on inside my heart, and the darkness starts to fade.

He died to give me mercy, and forgiveness can be mine,
But I must do my part here, to receive this blessing fine.

On my knees I find myself, repenting of my sin,
Clearing up the murky water so the Spirit will want in.

The troubled sea is calming now, as I pray and fast,
I feel the spirit touch my heart, and peace is mine at last

© Cassandra Crews