When unceasing storms arise
Matthew 8:23-27
When unceasing storms arise
And the bruised mast tilts
The battered ship nears capsize
The sails ripped to their hilt.
Think not like common men
On such thund’rous nights
Who look into the wind
And think they’ve lost the fight.
Look rather to the ballast
This time in human flesh
His pow’r more than amplest
Though he looks as if he rests.
This Ballast keeps you steady
Firm and focused through the storm
With Him you will be ready
For every tempest that may form.
— joey shaw