Father Is at the Wheel

A ship in wind and storm was tossed

The sea ran o’er the deck;

It seemed that all was sure­ly lost

The ves­sel soon a wreck;

A boy stood calm

as he was asked

If fear he did not feel;

When straight­way came the an­swer bold

My Fa­ther’s at the wheel.

Father is at the wheel

Father is at the wheel;

I fear no storm or tem­pest wave

While Fa­ther’s at the wheel.

And as we pass through life

we meet

Sad sor­row’s gloomy hour;

Faith gives us strength to rise above

The threat­ening clouds that low­er;

And when our bark seems al­most lost

These words our woes can heal:

Our ship is safe

though tem­pest tossed

While Father’s at the wheel.

There was a time when an­gry waves

Dashed fierce­ly o’er my bark;

I cried for help to Him who saves

Throughout the night so dark;

But now when clouds and gales arise

And hea­vy thun­ders peal—

A calm per­vades my trust­ing heart

While Fa­ther’s at the wheel.