Wresting in the Wind and Waves

My grasp on things can feel so frail
I need something strong and true to hold me up
Lash myself to any sail when the storm comes
The ropes slip between my fingers

Hold me fast Lord, I've tired I'm too weak
I need your loving arms to anchor me in this place
To redeem my mistakes, help me again
I surrender



Reference: Mark 4:35-41