Surviving the Storm

There they were out on the sea as in the boat the Lord slept In the storm that they'd see, suddenly all that fear had crept As these fishermen began to fret in seeing such stormy seas Peacefully there our Lord slept but the storm wouldn't cease The waves broke over the side and the wind was gale force And no matter how they tried they went further off course Soon their little boat would sink and they'd all certainly die In being on such a brink to wake the Lord they had to try How is it that you are so faithless as Our Lord would stand Able to save you from any mess, simply put it in His Hand He told the seas to be still then rebuking the wind in kind For all creation obeys His Will, in man this you don't find You may think the Lord is sleeping and of you He is unaware As these feelings that you steep at the walls of faith they tear He knows you inside-out, all that you were, are, and will be Of this have no doubt no matter how bad the storm on your sea Mark 4:40 And he said unto them, Why are ye so fearful? how is it that ye have no faith?