Like a ship thatís tossed and driven, battered by an angry
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.
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,
Thereís 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 evilís 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 thereís 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, donít worry, the Lord will make a way somehow.