Master the Tempest is Raging by HRobertson 6/2013
You come to me walking on water.
Command the wind and waves,
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.