From Storm to Shore

The one who had gone up to pray

For them as through the night, they toiled

And just before breaking of day

Came to buoy his lost envoy!

Upon the surf, He walked on by

His loving heart bursting, yearning

Good cheer and peace to calm their cries

Courageous faith, Peter learning.

A slap of wind flapped Peter's clothes

Cold blast of waves whipped at his feet

Dull blurry figure like a ghost

And muffled voice called, “Come, it's me!”

But, dark ferocious storm distracts

His wand'ring eyes off Jesus took

Would Jesus' care now for him lack

As doubting fears his resolve shook?

Jesus held sinking Peter up

Restored him to the ship...stilled, hushed

Rough swelling billows hear, “Enough!”

As wonder from disciples gushed!

Towards heaven, Christ ascended

 Now He intercedes there for us

Through life's storms, our faith's bombarded

Soon, rapture breaks...peaceful, lustrous!

Our tiny testimony floats

As through dark turbulent days, thrust

Our eyes focus on Christ, alone

Expectant, joyfully, we trust!