Sat the boat,
All still present,
All but hope.
Then a figure,
Walked on water,
Through the winds,
Waves asunder.
Look to Him,
As you are called,
Just on Him,
Surroundings drowned.
For when you look,
At choppy floors,
Your lips turn pale,
And faith abhor.
So look to Jesus,
All the more,
Him alone,
Can bring you to shore.
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