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
