How do we live by faith when we've lost our sight
We want sure things made of the concrete and
Tangible things of this world, have you ever had
To lay down your life? Have you ever had to trust
As the waves threaten to overtake you and bring
You down into the depths of fear and panic
Where you struggle futilely with the same ropes that
Bind you ignoring the silent man sitting, sleeping
Waiting to be called, to break the illusion of your 
Drowning, to calm the sea and turn and say,
Have you no faith? Even just a little faith?