In the mist of early morning hours
On the Sea of Galilee a boat sails
The roaring waves show their raging powers
Rattling the boat's sturdy cedary base
These stormy waters are indeed a theater
Of quiet hope and life's endless drama plays
Dread of harsh elements makes many a man falter
Yet here their source of sustenance stays
Something approaching over turbulent waters
Fills the crew's trembling hearts with fear
Then a gleam of recognition sparks amidst the bothers
Has their beloved master somehow arrived here?
Arising from his nervous distress
One of the men now braves
Standing up to face and address
The one who treads on the waves
He shouts out to ask: Lord, is it you?
And later when the time is due
He will see how deeply it was true
When his own futile steps fall through
In the moment's haughtiness
Misjugding the depth of his newfound trust
He moves himself amidst the waves
Now he has no footing and sink he must
Ready to voice his desperate final shout
He finds the place of truest security
Surrendering own efforts to only cry out:
Lord Jesus, save me!
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