Tuesday, 18 June 2013


There arose a great storm when the eve was come,
As, to the other side, they passed o'er,
The wave beat into the ship, it was full
Of water, far off from the shore.

To the hinder part of the ship He had gone,
The lord Jesus, on a pillow, there lay,
He was asleep, while the storm raged around,
So the disciples awoke Him say:

"Master, carest thou not that we perish?" And He
Arose, saying to the sea, "peace be still,"
He rebuked the wind, there was a great calm,
For all was subject to His sovereign will.

Are you out on life's sea and storm's at its height?
And your boat is now full, and you cry:
"Master, carest thou not that we perish? And you
Are fearful, because the waves are so high.

He careth for you more that you know,
And knows you better that you even think,
With Him in your vessel, rejoice in the fact
That it's impossible for you to e'er sink.

For He keeps you safe in His own precious hand,
You can't perish, He says in His word,
The winds and the waves are are under the control
Of your loving and true, sovereign Lord.

By- Joy Patterson

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