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                                     Storms raging about the boat,

                                    Filling too quick to stay afloat....

                                   Then they saw Him drawing near,

                                Shaken with cold, and then with fear.
                                
                                  The horror raised within each heart,

                           "A GHOST!!!" they cried out, near falling apart.

                                      His cheerful voice lifted above 

                                         The tempest tossed sea,
  
                               "Be of good courage, fear not, it is Me!"

                                Peter asked Christ to bid Him to come, 

                             Out on the waters; for faith? He had some...

                                 Jesus agreed and bid Peter to walk.

                           Then Peter stepped out, for he wasn't all 'talk'

                             Eyes on the Lord, Peter walked on the sea,

                               Distracted by storm, sunk... cried out...

                                             "Jesus! Save me!!"

                                Jesus immediately reached out to save

                                              Peter from out of 

                                               a watery grave.

                                           "You have little faith..." 

                                         He said, lifting him out, 

                                        As Peter stood dripping....

                                          "Why did you doubt?"

                                    
                                                  With this

                                     I'm reminded as dark storms

                                               Scream bleak...

                                            Burning rain falling,           

                                      And coursing down cheeks,

                              Grasping toward Jesus Who beckons us

                                                   "Come"

                                          Having such little faith

                                       Asking? We'll receive some.
                                         
                                        
                                     Through crashing dark waves

                                       sinking faster, and faster

                                        Thunders of storm

                                    Can I yet hear my Master?

                                Full sight of the stormy and dark

                                              Raging sea...

                                  Eyes lifted toward heaven,
                                               
                                             Lord Jesus

                                              Save me!

                                From the depths of my heart

                                   As my spirit cried out...
                                   

                                   "I'm still at the helm child.
                                       Why did you doubt?"
                                          
                                       A comforting answer 

                                         So quiet and still

                                     And then I find peace

                                       As I walk in His will
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