Stand

As the mighty waves crash against Me in the sea of life I will stand As the violent wind blows Tearing asunder what in its path I will stand As sickness comes against me And the vapors of death surround me I will stand As I am striped down to nothing But the bare necessity of this life I will stand I will stand; for it is the Master Who calms the waves and Holds the wind in His hands I will stand; for it was He who bore the stripes And it is He who is victorious over death I will stand; for He is my provider He is my refuge and my strength I will stand For I hold the Masters Hand