📝 LYRICS Verse 1 (Rolling, steady — guitar strums like oars) We set sail from Caesarea, prisoner and a guard — The centurion, Julius, kept us from the hard — The winds were contrary, the sky turned grey and cold — I said “This voyage will bring harm, the cargo and the souls — But they gave no heed, the harbour was not fit to stay — We hoisted sail for a better place to winter, so they say…” Verse 2 (Building — fiddle picks up, rhythm quickens) Then a hurricane came roaring — the Euroclydon — The ship was caught, we could not face it, we were blown — They threw the cargo overboard, the tackle too was cast — All hope was gone, all strength was gone, the storm was built to last — Fourteen days in the dark of night, no sun, no moon, no star — Every soul on board gave up — we were going too far… Pre-Chorus (Calm amid the storm — voice steady, clear) Then the angel of the Lord stood by me in the night — Said “Do not fear, Paul — you must stand before the light — God has granted all who sail with you — not one will perish here — Not a single soul will drown — take courage, do not fear…” Chorus (Bold, unshaken — full harmonies) THE STORM MAY RAGE, THE WAVES MAY ROAR ⚓🌊 BUT THE LORD HAS SPOKEN — WE WILL REACH THE SHORE! NOT A HAIR FROM YOUR HEAD SHALL PERISH — NOT A LIFE ON THIS BOAT SHALL BE LOST! WE MAY SHIPWRECK — BUT WE WON’T DROWN — GOD’S PROMISE STANDS — AND IT PULLS US DOWN! 🕊️🙌✨ Verse 3 (Breaking — lighter, dawn coming) When daylight broke, we saw a bay we did not know — They struck the bow upon the sand — the ship began to go — The soldiers wanted to kill the prisoners, lest any swim and flee — But Julius stopped them — for Paul’s sake — we were all free — We swam ashore, we made it safe, every single one — Bruised and cold and shaken — but alive — the battle won! Bridge (Calm, wondering — fiddle soft) They kindled a fire and welcomed us — the rain came down, the cold — A viper fastened to my hand — the people all foretold — “Surely this man is a murderer — escaped the angry sea — But justice will not let him live — and so the venom sets him free!” I shook the beast into the fire — felt no harm at all — They waited, they watched, they expected me to fall — But when they saw nothing wrong — their minds began to shift — They changed their tune and said — “He must be a god — a gift!” 🐍🔥 Final Chorus (Joyful, celebrating — full band, bright) GOD IS OUR SHIELD IN THE STORM AND THE SNAKE! HIS PROMISE HOLDS — AND IT DOES NOT BREAK! WE WERE SHIPWRECKED — BUT WE WERE SAVED! WE WERE BIT — BUT NOT GRAVED! EVERY ISLAND HEARS THE NEWS — GOD’S FAITHFUL LOVE — AND IT NEVER LOSES! 🌍💛 Outro (Soft, thankful — guitar gentle strum) For three months we stayed — and we healed their sick — And we left them — with the gospel gift — Not a hair… not a soul… Safe to shore… Safe in His hold… ✨ Who this is: Paul — chained, a prisoner, sailing to Rome to stand before Caesar. Yet in the storm, he’s the calm one. He doesn’t command the wind — he trusts the One who does. The centurion spares everyone because of him. The viper doesn’t harm him. The islanders see God through him. Every obstacle becomes a pulpit.
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