Adrift upon a stormy sea,
I hear the Savior say to me:
“I’ll calm the winds and churning waves!
I’ll quell your anxious soul!

“The winds and waves obey my voice
and so can you. But it’s your choice:
to cave to your anxiety
or cast your cares on Me.

“I’ll be your anchor in the storm.
Though drenched by fear, I’ll keep you warm.
And though it seems you’re all alone,
I’m with you all the time.

“Peace, be still!”

* I dedicate this poem to the memory of Clyde Warford who used to sing “Master, the Tempest is Raging” at church when I was a student at Wenatchee High School.