Out Of The Storm

Take heart, friend No, you do not imagine the storm You properly discern the dark horizon There is danger and death ahead But we have a Captain One who knows the storm Not only knows it But invented storms One who finds them so unremarkable That he sleeps through them Consider the holy writ It tells of the Master of the Wind Asleep while seasoned fishermen panicked At ease, at peace But at their bidding he arose He spoke to the elements "Peace, be still" And no more storm But consider this That was before he conquered death Before earning all authority In heaven and earth So what could he do now? This is our Captain Do you know him? Do you submit to the Master of the Sea? Cry out from your storm His ear is eager to hear There is a promise None who calls on his name will perish Yeshua, Master, Mighty God Cry to him: "Save me, Lord!" Let him stretch his hands over your bow Let him command your wind and waves Come into his harbor Jesus, Master of the Storm Only in him are you truly safe Stephen Pursell, 9/13/04