The Storm

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