For Peter

Master the Tempest is Raging     by HRobertson 6/2013


You come to me walking on water.

Command the wind and waves,

“Be still.”

Dripping to thy will I’ve no debate

as sand-clenched hands now pray

hold fast the mast.

To you I gravitate….

I take a step, then two, and three

But unbelieving what I see

soon doubt and sink.

Oh, Master…Save me!

The howling wind is strong

but cannot dash the song of His redeeming grace

He is the god and maker of all creation

And all will come to hear and to obey

behold His countenance

This fear prevents my coming unto Him

And I’m yet to find my place within His bosom

a wild spinning net for Him to stay

begging Him to bless my unbelief

as He lies fish and honeycomb at my feet

and kisses on my head.


About hrobertson2013

“Each man ( and mermaid) will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert and the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land”. Isa 32:2 NIV Warning: The author of this blog is not an ordinary individual. Even Mermaids need a rest from all that's real and grown up. Welcome to the wonder of blog. Come be audience to all that's wet and wild in her stories, poems and thoughts. Instructor by day, super hero by night, and mystical mermaid by summer. Whenever she has the fortune of diving into a pond, reservoir, or mountain waterfall, you'll find her there swimming, and singing songs of life.
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