Thunder, rain, crashing waves,
Bending, creaking, snapping wood.
This ship that holds my livelihood
Cannot withstand the coming flood.
Fear overwhelms my feeble heart,
Angered that He would let this start.
My hopes and dreams are going down.
Would He truly let me drown?
Through the stinging, blinding rain,
I could not see what was most plain.
The One Whom my soul dearly loved,
Nothing disturbed Him, below or above.
He peacefully lay upon a bench,
Lost in sleep, taking peaceful breaths.
I cried out in my fear and woke Him:
“Surely we perish! Why are You sleeping?”
Not responding in kind, a gracious Friend,
My Love stood and rebuked the wind.
Before His hands, the storm perished.
“Peace, be still;” by His voice, vanquished.
“Why are you so fearful, O you of little faith?”
To My child, what is wind? What are waves?
Within My hands I hold the whole world;
How much less will I hold your soul?
“What manner of man is this,
To rebuke such power without raising a fist?”
O me of such little faith!
I could not see my Saving Grace!
His head, hands, feet, side, and back
Were torn and pierced for my sins, so black.
By His blood, I am made white as snow.
Jesus loves me, this I know…
Inspired by Mark 4:35-41
(Originally posted as my status on January 27, 2013)