I see the storm is lowering
And, though I think I’m safe from harm,
I tremble at its scowl.
I know the storm is on its way,
I feel it in the air;
It crackles with the static charge
Of anger and despair.
There seems to be so little hope
In all I see today,
But I know that is far from true.
That’s why I pray each day
That You will give me strength enough
To stand against the squall
And faith enough to ride the waves
Until You calm them all.
Luke 8:24
The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Master, Master, we’re going to drown!” He got up and rebuked the wind and the raging waters; the storm subsided, and all was calm.
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