The night how dark! Helpless the little ship
To battle winds that pounded like a flail.
Against the tide, the toiling oars, how frail
As sense of storm intensified its grip!
Impotent human courage to prevail,
To stanch their fear, till the disciples saw
And knew the truth, then watched with joyous awe
As Jesus walked the water, stilled the gale.
And now, as then, the raging winds blow raw;
Even as Peter, I would come to thee:
Stretch out thy hand, dear Christ, and steady me
To stand before the fiats of false law.
Hold firm my faith! O Love, gentle the sea
As I walk over waves of adversity.
