O Homem e a Tempestade

Master the storm is approaching
The waves are getting violent
The sea is getting out of control
This way the boat breaks

I can already feel the cold wind
The boat is going to sink

Son, all that I taught you
How you should trust
And the miracles I showed you
To multiply your faith

You, the boat, and the sea, I made them
And it will only sink if I allow

He who is in the boat is powerful, is powerful
The wind respects Him, He is wonderful
Why keep murmuring, complaining, grumbling
Man of little faith

The boat He travels in, the storm does not sink
The city He dwells in, the tsunami does not flood
Let the boat rock
For the one sleeping in it
Is Jesus of Nazareth