When the storm came
And the boat was tossed
The men inside
feared all was lost
The wind whistled loudly
and the waves, they crashed high
The men watched the storm
and knew they would die
But asleep in the boat
was the answer they’d need
Though the dark of the storm
was all they could see
Why doesn’t He care
that the storm crashes in
How can He sleep
when our world’s at its end
How soon we forget
Just WHO’S in our boat
Or the times He’s stepped in
and restored all our hope
For our storms, like theirs
must surrender it’s will
When our Savior whispers
Peace, be still.
I hope my little poem finds you blessed, well and sanctified.
Greg
Author: Greg Fee
I'm a Husband, Father, Pawpaw and Pastor. I love spending time with my grand-buddies. A minister since 1988, I have been blessed to work in several churches around the U.S and currently am blessed to pastor an Awesome Church. I've also had the pleasure of ministering in faraway places while traveling for work. Some of my greatest honors have been the relationships I gained with several of the modern-day Heros of the Faith, the ministering families all around the world.
Several years ago I started working with leather as a means to fight boredom while working in remote areas. It swiftly became a passion that I want to share as well. My plan is to keep spreading God's Love through the written and preached word, through walking the walk, and to keep making cool stuff along the way. Check that out at whisper_n_jack on Instagram
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