The Names of God, Part 11
The black and darkening storm clouds sink,
While surging billows swell.
The storm surrounds, escape routes shrink,
And terror casts its spell.
As fiercely as the boaters row,
Their ship is at a stall.
Against the current’s raging flow,
They scarcely move at all.
The restless waters never cease
To stir up angry waves,
But God is everlasting peace;
His very presence saves.
He silences the blasting storms,
One word and all is still.
The tumult, when He speaks, conforms,
Submitting to His will.
The Prince of Peace spreads peace abroad,
Across earth’s trembling crust.
He is our good and mighty God.
In Him we put our trust.
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