Troublesome Waters Iris DeMent
Troublesome wate[C]rs much blacker than nigh[F]t[C]
Are hiding from v[Am]iew the harbor's bright l[G]ight.
[C]Tossed on the turmoil of l[F]ife's troubled [C]sea
I cried to my s[Am]aviour, "Have [G]mercy on [C]me."
Then g[F]ently I'm feeling the touch of His h[C]and
Guiding my b[Am]oat in safely to l[G]and
[C]Leading the way to h[F]eaven's bright s[C]hore
Where troublesome w[Am]aters I'm f[G]earing no m[C]ore.
Troublesome waters around me do roll
They're rocking my boat and wrecking my soul.
Loved ones are drifting and living in sin
The treacherous whirlpools are pulling them in.
When troublesome waters and rolling so high
I lift up my voice and to heaven I cry,
"Lord, I am trusting, give guidance to me
And steady my boat on life's troubled sea."