WEATHERING A STORM

WEATHERING A STORM

On the sea of life sailed the Lord and I,

Then storm clouds began to roll.

Ill winds blew, and troubles poured;

The stress was taking its toll.

Several of us were in the same boat;

Some were spiritually dead.

I cried to Him, “Don’t you even care?”

“Hush!  Be still!”  He said.

Fortunately, He didn’t mean me,

And my heart settled into a calm.

“Why did you fear? Where was your faith?”

Said He as he showed me His palm.

I had to strain my eyes to see;

In His hand was a mustard seed.

He said, “Oh ye of little faith.

This much is all you need.”

Like the mustard seed, my faith has grown;

I don’t just talk the talk.

As long as I trust Jesus,

On water I can walk.

Becky Overturf Wall