The little boat, confident and sturdy,
Devoid of cares chopped on by
On the waves of the sapphire sea
As sheep clouds frolicked in the blue sky.
I stood at the helm taking in the sight,
Breathing the air tinged with fresh sea,
Beholding the sky dotted with clouds so white,
But I knew not of the storm to be.
In the blink of an eye,
Giant thunderclouds swam over me
Casting their dark fingers over the sky
and a spear of fear through me.
The sea defiantly rose to life
Challenging the frowning Nimbus,
which pelted the sea with a silver knife,
As the roaring waves protested in a rumpus.
And I was caught in its midst –
Like a twig in a thunderstorm,
Tossed to and fro in Nature’s blitz
Without hope of another morn.
In sheer terror, I let out a helpless cry,
as the dark waters filled the little vessel,
“Lord, save me, lest I die!
Rescue me from this deadly peril!”
The Lord Jesus arose and spoke, “Peace. Be Still”
…The roaring sea fell silent.
The winds bowed in a hushed whisper.
The clamorous din grew quiet.
My thumping heart felt a calm.
My soul, devoid of all alarm,
Felt a sweet and deep tranquillity,
As I knew He had stilled the storm inside me.