| Master, carest Thou not that we perish? |
| Can’t You see that we’re about to die? |
| This boat we’re on is surely going under |
| «Save us now!», His disciples cried |
| So Jesus rose to stand against the tempest |
| Knowing His disciples had no faith |
| Just to prove that He was still the Master |
| He spoke, and the wind and seas obeyed |
| But He’d still been God |
| Even if He’d never calmed a storm on a raging sea |
| He’d still been God |
| Even if He’d never caused a blinded eye to see |
| He’d still been God |
| Even if He’d never brought a crippled man to his feet |
| It’s not about what He did |
| It’s all about who He was |
| ‘Cause even if He’d never come and done a single miracle |
| Then Jesus woulda still been God |
| Mary was His loving, earthly mother |
| She understood the purpose of her Son |
| Ever since the angel’d come and told her |
| «This child is the blessed Son of God» |
| So when she’d see the people gather 'round Him |
| Watching for a miracle to prove |
| That He would be their One and great Messiah |
| She just smiled 'cause she already knew |