Lyrics

If your ceiling starts to crumble, and caves in on your head. If you find yourself in trouble and you're wishing you were dead. Well Christ your perfect shelter from the cold. Will hold (he who holds your life the Father) your light the Father, child you're His very own. Ahhh...there's a hand that stems the tide, that's flowing from your eyes. Here's a place to lay your head, you can come here anytime. You don't have to worry, you're welcome here, stop your crying he said I am here to wipe away those tears, I'm yours you're mine I'll protect you from those fears, my heart is yours and it hurts to see those tears. So when you call my name out he said, we'll there's no need to shout my arms are always open, so there's no need to doubt, ahh ahh ahhh there's a hand that stems the tide....