We got in the boat,
The sea was calm.
But soon a tempest arose.
Our Lord and Master was sleeping,
The waves splashing over our toes!
The wind howled around,
The waves rose like walls,
But Jesus was tired and slept.
What shall we do, we're all going to die?
We wailed, we mourned, we wept.
We went to the Lord
And shook Him awake.
"We're perishing, we need to be saved!"
"Why do you fear, you of little faith?"
With a word, He calmed wind and wave.
We sat in the boat,
The sea was calm.
The tempest obeyed its Master.
In wind, wave or trial,
Temptation, denial.
The Lord rules o'er every disaster.
© Carolyn Davison 13th August 2015
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