It's a bitter-sweet emotion in the middle of a storm.
When the elements are torture and you're trying to get warm.

You think your breath is fading; you feel you're going to smother.
The desperation in your heart is unlike any other.

The tempest shows no mercy; the waves smash upon the ship.
Despite how much you will it you can't seem to shake fears grip.

The storm just keeps on raging; you hear

the thunder boom.
The lightning might be bright but doesn't take away the gloom.

You know you can't escape it; you have to ride it out.
You put your faith in God above and clear away the doubt.

The wind fills up the sail; the rain falls upon your brow.
You gaze across the deck and see Him standing on the bow.

Just as sure as you know that the moon controls the tide.
He'll go walking on the water, to meet you on the other side.