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