Out of Sync 1
chain rhyme
Disciples wept
in mass anxiety
pioneering death in the sea unknown.
Their Master slept.
Hearts were afraid on Galilee,
facing it seemed His lack of care.
Up from the deep, He spoke relief,
storm was doomed, "Wind and Waves, be still. "
~~~~~
Their Master wept
in dismal piety
volunteering sin's full debt to atone.
Disciples slept
while He prayed in Gethsemane,
bracing for clear death and despair.
Friends fall asleep. Broken with grief,
He resumed, "Father God, Your will."
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