in a sea of shifting values   tossed on every wave   while the winds wail around me   i will not be afraid   to call out for captain   to calm the waves in me   when i stand a little taller   it's only then i finally see   i stand in holy places   protected from the storm   anchored safe in harbor   though my sails are ripped and worn   i stand in holy places   and i will not move   until the captain comes and says well done   he is the hope i hold on to   in holy places      there is a harbor in his holy house   an anchor in his grace   that steadies in the waves of doubt   and in every holy place   no matter where i travel   his spirit's guiding me   with the lord as my captain    there is a peaceful port in me   i stand in holy places   protected from the storm   anchored safe in harbor   though my sails are ripped and worn   i stand in holy places   and i will not move   until the lord has come and says well done   he is the hope i hold on to      i stand in holy places   protected from the storm   anchored safe in harbor   though my sails are ripped and worn   i stand in holy places   and will not move   until the lord has come and says well done   he is the hope i hold on to   in holy places