Father, I come before you with my ship being tossed and driven.

                  Asking that you set me back on course.

                In the Mist of the storm

         Lord, fighting my trials and tribulations,

     The devil blocking my path.

 I fall to bended knee on my ship, I come before you Jesus.

                 In the mist of the storm

I see the storm beginning to past over me, I see you father holding out thy hand to me, In the mist of the storm.

    Always my guide, my anchor, my protector through life.

 I thank you for leading me out of all my drama standing and seeing me come out .

                    In the mist of the storm.