Mark 4: 39-41

The little boat slipped through the bay

The wind filling its sail;

Tacking against the fearful winds,

Facing down the gale.

Its rudder, bucking in the waves,

Requires a steady hand

Or it may founder in the sea

Before it reaches land.

The wind picks up, the waves grow steep,

The shore drops out of sight.

The little boat could well get lost

In the approaching night.

And yet the little boat sails on,

As cheery as you please,

For he that holds the rudder true

Is he who calmed the seas.

Mark 4: 39-41

39 He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Quiet! Be still!” Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.

40 He said to his disciples, “Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?”

41 They were terrified and asked each other, “Who is this? Even the wind and the waves obey him!”