On the dark waves of troubled Galilee
A small ship tossed, its oarsmen wearied, tense;
When, lo, across the water's turbulence
The Master neared them, walking on the sea
With loving reassurance. Suddenly
Their thoughts, so closely with the storm allied,
Were stilled and comforted; the angry tide
And boisterous winds grew calm at his decree.
Though storms besiege our path, around, above,
The test is ours to prove unreal their power.
The listening ear detects the call of Love,
Cheering and guiding through each arduous hour.
The Christ still moves across the angry waves,
Stilling the storm, voicing the truth that saves.
