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Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Night Storm

He set out into the darkness with the rising wind behind.
We are slicing through deep waters, running fast and sailing blind,
With the surging sea around us, and disaster on our mind.

Then the wind comes round against us with a whistle and a roar.
We are trapped inside the tempest, and the rain begins to pour,
And the timbers groan and shudder many miles out from the shore.

On the Sea of Galilee, wind and waves assail you.
In the dark and angry sea, faith alone avails you,
Faith alone avails you!

Not a single light to guide us, we're in darkness all around,
And the fear that screams inside us adds its echo to the sound,
Knowing death is there beside us if we sink or run aground.

Soon the mast is bent and creaking, and the bow is plunging deep,
As the boat is tossed and leaking, crashing low then rising steep.
While the sails are torn and shrieking, He lies in the back asleep.

On the Sea of Galilee, wind and waves assail you.
In the dark and angry sea, faith alone avails you,
Faith alone avails you!

You are blinded in a night storm, by the lightning and the spray.
You are deafened by the thunder, and you cannot see the way.
When your hands can't hold the rudder, and your anchor will not stay,
When the mast is nearly breaking, you can only kneel and pray,
"Guide my boat, oh God, to safety. Bring me home to see the day."

"Master, save us! The boat is going under,
Won't you wake and save us, for death is in the thunder!"

Let the storms around you cease now.
Let the storms within you end.
Let your mind and heart learn peace now
As the calm that God will send.
God who brought you through the tempest,
Guide your spirit home to mend.

Is your faith so weak and wanting that it flees before the sea?
Put your life in God's keeping; turn and face what storms may be.
God will guide you home to shelter,
Trust in God and trust in me.

There are storms that grab and shake us on the Sea of Galilee,
There are storms that rage between us, there are storms inside of me.
Yet the thunder of that silence when he bid the wind stand still,
When he stopped the waves and thunder by His voice and by His will
Leaves a storm within me raging of a vision that could be.
Who is this we choose to follow through wind, storm, and the sea.

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