Master, the tempest is raging! The billows are tossing high!
The sky is o'er-shadowed with blackness. No shelter or help is nigh.
Carest thou not that we perish? How canst thou lie asleep?
When each moment so madly is threatening A grave in the angry deep?
Master, with anguish of spirit I bow in my grief today.
The depths of my sad heart are troubled. Oh, waken and save, I pray!
Torrents of sin and of anguish Sweep o'er my sinking soul,
And I perish! I perish! dear Master. Oh, hasten and take control!
The winds and the waves shall obey thy will. Peace, be still
Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea Or demons or men or whatever it be,
No waters can swallow the ship where lies The Master of ocean and earth and skies.
They all shall sweetly obey they will: Peace, be still; peace, be still.
They all shall sweetly obey thy will: Peace, peace, be still.
Text: Mary Ann Baker, ca. 1874
Music: H. R. Palmer, 1834-1907
New Testament Scripture References: Matthew 8:23-27 and Mark 4:36-41
This morning I read "Calm the Storm Inside" by Ashlee Birk. It really touched me and is, I feel, a message for all of us. I contacted Ashlee and she gave me permission to share her message with you.