A ship in the sea is tossed and driven. A raging sea inside the ship is Perilous.

 

A ship in the sea is tossed and driven. A raging sea inside the ship is Perilous.  "Teacher, is it nothing to you that we're going down?"

Like a ship that’s tossed and driven, battered by an angry sea; When the storms of life are raging, and their fury falls on me, I wonder what I have done, that makes this race so hard to run; Then I say to my soul, take courage, the Lord will make a way somehow. Refrain: The Lord will make a way somehow, when beneath the cross I bow, He will take away each sorrow, let Him have your burdens now; When the loads bears down so heavy the weight is shown upon my brow, There’s a sweet relief in knowing the Lord will make a way somehow. Try to do the best in service, try to do the best you can; When I choose to do the right thing evil’s present on every hand; I look up and wonder why that good fortune passed me by; Then I say to my soul, be patient, the Lord will make a way somehow. Often there’s misunderstanding, out of all the good I do; Go to friends for consolation, and I find them complaining, too; So many nights I toss in pain, wondering what the day will bring; Then I say to my heart, don’t worry, the Lord will make a way somehow.