Violent Sea

There was need for rest and repair
For the men in the boat and for me
As we pressed toward a distant shore

And across the Sea of Galilee.

Some work finished and some to be done

For the men in the boat and for me

And the salty mists brushed our faces
To remind us that we were free.

A squall grew savage, our fear followed suit

For the men in the boat and for me
But who is The One who stood to the wind;

The One who calmed the violent sea?