So in my heart Christ was happily sleeping
Like he was in a boat amidst the stormy sea
Though I am certain of Christ’s protection
The storm that surrounds us makes me worried

So I wake Him up in my heart
I try not to startle Him with a shout
But with a whisper and a gentle nudge
His power over everything gets noticed

Between Christ and I
There is no owing the other of anything
My love expects His protection
As does He expect it for His little ones

Those little ones are the ones who are like children
Before God they are as precious as His own eyes
Amidst the little ones are the least of you
Amidst the least, Him you will find