The night was black, the air was still    The stars refused to shine    Twelve men set out upon the sea    Their Master, left behind    The hours flew, the night grew cold    But still no shore in sight    The wind whispered a warning    In the third watch of the night       A storm came up on Galilee    The wind began to moan    The rolling sea grew angrier    Twelve men felt so alone    And suddenly they saw a shape    Come walking on the sea    A ghostly vision of a man    Where no man could be       The twelve men all cried out in fear    Perhaps they even prayed    But Jesus answered from the waves    "It's me; don't be afraid"    And Peter in his eagerness    Said, "If it's really you    "Just say the word and I'll come walking    On the water, too"       Then Peter stepped out on the sea    But he began to doubt    And looking down he felt afraid    And sinking, he cried out:    "Lord save me! Save me Lord!" he cried    And Jesus took his hand    "Oh ye of little faith" He said    As He helped Peter stand       Now if you have a little faith    Reach out, He'll take your hand    He'll save you from yourself and lead you    To the Promised Land    You'll never make it on your own    Your life's a stormy sea    Why don't you just reach out your hand    To the Man from Galilee