Peace, Be Still

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At the darkest hour of night,
In the peril of a storm,
When my tiny boat was tossed by the sea,

A commanding voice rang out
From the vessel’s inner room;
Was he speaking to the waves–or to me?

Then I heard the voice again,
In a calmer tone, pronounce
Three short syllables to me: “Peace, be still!”

Then my eyes moved from the waves
To his strong, yet gentle face,
And I placed my trust in God’s protective will.

Soon, the vicious winds subsided,
And the angry waves died down;
From my petty fears, at last, I was set free.

Now, by light of day, I see
That, O Lord of wind and sea,
You were speaking to the waves–and to me.

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