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"When the Storm Blows Over"
By: CLY
January 30, 2006
The wind sweeps your face.
The salt stings your cheeks.
The waves crash over the boat.
The waters toss your vessel,
Yet you know that you are safe.
This ocean we cross
Has no easy pass.
The sun gets hot,
And we get blistered.
The clouds rise up,
And we get drenched.
The planks on deck
Get weathered, dry, and splintered.
At times the seasickness
Is more than we can bear.
This dark abyss
That we live and breathe each day,
Is eager to pull any ship under.
It conveys no sense of direction
And has love for no man.
There is but the ship
And the promise of land.
Our hope lies only in the Master Shipbuilder,
In His knowledge of floating
And crossing of water,
In His knowledge of instruments
Of safe travel.
The compass –
Our direction;
The North Star –
Our guide;
The Shipbuilder’s handbook –
Our instruction.
The storms they come;
The sun it blisters;
The salt it stings;
The waves they toss.
The craft of the Master,
Though, will hold strong.
His instruments are sound.
His manual is clear.
The Unmoving Star is always there.
When the storm has passed,
Though weather-beaten and worn,
We know that it was the hope
From the Master Shipbuilder
That brought us through the gale,
And will bring us into harbor.
“[Jesus] got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, ‘Quiet! Be still!’ Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.ÀÂ
--Mark 4:39 (NIV)
By: CLY
January 30, 2006
The wind sweeps your face.
The salt stings your cheeks.
The waves crash over the boat.
The waters toss your vessel,
Yet you know that you are safe.
This ocean we cross
Has no easy pass.
The sun gets hot,
And we get blistered.
The clouds rise up,
And we get drenched.
The planks on deck
Get weathered, dry, and splintered.
At times the seasickness
Is more than we can bear.
This dark abyss
That we live and breathe each day,
Is eager to pull any ship under.
It conveys no sense of direction
And has love for no man.
There is but the ship
And the promise of land.
Our hope lies only in the Master Shipbuilder,
In His knowledge of floating
And crossing of water,
In His knowledge of instruments
Of safe travel.
The compass –
Our direction;
The North Star –
Our guide;
The Shipbuilder’s handbook –
Our instruction.
The storms they come;
The sun it blisters;
The salt it stings;
The waves they toss.
The craft of the Master,
Though, will hold strong.
His instruments are sound.
His manual is clear.
The Unmoving Star is always there.
When the storm has passed,
Though weather-beaten and worn,
We know that it was the hope
From the Master Shipbuilder
That brought us through the gale,
And will bring us into harbor.
“[Jesus] got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, ‘Quiet! Be still!’ Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.ÀÂ
--Mark 4:39 (NIV)