The whole world is anxious 

Jittering, sleepless, in a panicked fright

We’re all shivering, up all night 

Everyone’s walking a tight rope 

We’re lying, cheating, stealing, killing 

Trying to find a way to cope 

My own sin is too great 

I crumble thinking about my own fate 

There’s a rainstorm of taxes, emails, and faxes 

A whirlwind of other people’s problems I can’t fix 

There is no pill, no platitude, no stitch 

To take the pain out, to make the depression drown, to make the mind be still

The waves of each person’s cruel words and actions are pouring into our boats 

The water’s coming in!

Every soul is worn thin 

Even the rich 

Don’t You care if we drown?

You were sleeping in the back 

And on a cushion – at that!

You told the wind and water to take a step back 

And they did 

I wonder where the squall hid 

You ask why we’re afraid

One thing I know: You love a simple faith

And I can’t help but be drawn to You

You can sleep on a cushion in the storm

Calm my sea and that of the world, please, Lord