Sleeping in the bow We all want to know how You're not afraid Of the down pouring rain We're casting out our lots You should call on your god Who is he, anyway? We know you've been running And stowing away But our ship is sinking Somebody better pay He said, "The Lord is my God He created me The wind in the trees The waves on the seas And all things beneath them Yes, I am the guilty one Cast it all on me" As we gave him up to the deep You know, it's a funny thing The sky became clear And it filled me with fear Who's this God that He hears us? What I could not conceive Now I've seen and believed it