The wind was heard with angry note
To rush upon the deep.
It dashed the waves upon the boat
Where Jesus lay asleep.
And as the storm still louder grew,
The men were in despair,
But in their terror little knew
Creation’s Lord was there.
Their little ship was tempest-tossed
Upon the surging wave,
And fearing much they would be lost,
They cried to Him to save.
Then Jesus from His pillow rose,
And bade the winds be still.
And sinking into calm repose
The sea obeyed His will.
The winds that from the mountains rushed
Their noisy tumult cease:
The billows were to silence hushed,
And all around was peace.
“He arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.” Mark 4:3939And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm. (Mark 4:39).
ML 09/17/1922