The night was black, the air was still

The stars refused to shine

Twelve men set out upon the sea

Their Master, left behind

The hours flew, the night grew cold

But still no shore in sight

The wind whispered a warning

In the third watch of the night



A storm came up on Galilee

The wind began to moan

The rolling sea grew angrier

Twelve men felt so alone

And suddenly they saw a shape

Come walking on the sea

A ghostly vision of a man

Where no man could be



The twelve men all cried out in fear

Perhaps they even prayed

But Jesus answered from the waves

"It's me; don't be afraid"

And Peter in his eagerness

Said, "If it's really you

"Just say the word and I'll come walking

On the water, too"



Then Peter stepped out on the sea

But he began to doubt

And looking down he felt afraid

And sinking, he cried out:

"Lord save me! Save me Lord!" he cried

And Jesus took his hand

"Oh ye of little faith" He said

As He helped Peter stand



Now if you have a little faith

Reach out, He'll take your hand

He'll save you from yourself and lead you

To the Promised Land

You'll never make it on your own

Your life's a stormy sea

Why don't you just reach out your hand

To the Man from Galilee