In his seat, in a boat, on an ocean far from here
there's a man out on the water all alone.
But his time is wearing thin

'cause a storm is moving in
that will crush his boat and sink him like a stone.
Staring up at the sky he can see the hurricane

figgures he has time enough to get away.
But instead he turns around, drops the paddles and
kneels down

and like a pious man of God begins to pray.

Oh, we've got to draw the line

between having faith and being blind.
Use your mind if you've got time, don't drop the oars.
God will save you like He said

but you've got to use your head.
So when the storm comes pray to God but row for shore.


you sit and watch the opportunities pass by.
Mindlessly waste your life away
hoping God would save the day

when all along you could have lived if you'd have
tried.


Faith is right, God delights
when we trust him with our lives
but we must clear the path so God can lead the way.

He will cause the crop to yield
if we'll wisely work the field
but faith and action hand in hand's the only way.


Oh, we've got to draw the line
between having faith and being blind.

Use your mind if you've got time, don't drop the oars.
God will save you like He said
but you've got to use your head.

So when the storm comes pray to God but row for shore.