The lightning cracked the blackened sky
While windswept waves towered high
And thunder tumbled to the sea
To shake the sway of Galilee.
Within the struggle of the storm
Twelve steadfast men of sturdy form
Thought their lot was surely cast
And this dark day would be their last.
But then their gaze beheld a sight
Which saved them from their dreadful plight,
For in the gale of their despair
They all discovered Jesus there.
He walked atop the torrid sea
And calmed that squall on Galilee
Of all its rushing, crushing, din,
As His disciples let Him in.
How comforting it is to see
Our Savior in our misery,
Walking on the surging tide,
Calling to be brought inside.
How soft our suffering should be,
How useful our adversity,
When storms of life attempt to seize us
Yet we still keep our eyes on Jesus.
This poem won 1st place for the July 2016 poetry contest