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
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