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 rolling sea grew angrier
And suddenly they saw a shape
A ghostly vision of a man
The twelve men all cried out in fear
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
Then Peter stepped out on the sea
And looking down he felt afraid
And sinking, he cried out:
"Lord save me! Save me Lord!" he cried
"Oh ye of little faith" He said
Now if you have a little faith
Reach out, He'll take your hand
He'll save you from yourself and lead you
You'll never make it on your own
Why don't you just reach out your hand