Flames o’er the sea,

Scorching and burning before me.

Blowing and spreading across the waves.

Can I find Him who saves?

With red sky’s warning,

I wonder if a new age is forming.

But it’s true, that before time,

As it is now,

Every knee will bow.

Push forward to pray

Through these crushing torrents

Of spark and spray,

For the thunderous rumblings I fear,

But even more, Him,

Who draws near.

Spread Thy hand o’er me, O Lord,

For upon these fiery waters I walk.

But Thy calm washes o’er me,

And Your Light shines across this sea.

By faith I reach out,

Claiming my victory with a shout.

And as sheep saved from slaughter,

Jesus Christ, has calmed these waters.

My heart’s reflections

Are as flames of imperfections,

For the scorched and burning seas,

Were really just an image of me.

 Spread Thy hand o’er me, O Lord,

For upon these fiery waters I walk.

But Thy calm washes o’er me,

And Your Light shines across the sea.

My Lord, Jesus, has spread out His hand,

Turning these fiery seas to dry land.

And now I’m saved from this lake of fire,

Lifted by Him,

And restored, into a place,

 Where I’ll never tire.

Spread Thy hand o’er me, O Lord,

For upon these fiery waters I walk.

But Thy calm washes o’er me,

And Your Light shines across the sea.

                                            Selah

  _{Fiery Seas by Ronhales}                                                                                                                                                     Matthew 8:27

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