by ST
Amidst the storm I am startled to see My Savior, my Lord, beckoning to me: "Come out of your boat, and walk on the sea." Amazed, confused, but enthusiastically I climb o'er the rail and touch the sea. My Savior, my Lord, has faith in Me! A step, and two, eyes only for Thee, I come still forward, reach toward Thee-- But the Storm, the Depths, all Reality: Great waves of fear wash over me! I gasp, and gurgle, and start to sink And salty despondence begin to drink. "I am the least of mortals, what else can I be? Thy call bids me wend a way that for me Can only be called impossibility!" I cry out, "O save me!" limbs all a-flailing, "Please, please," I plead, "Please don't fail me!" The storm just roars with awful glee. But then a hand is lifting me, Pulls me up to His bosom safely, Comforts the inward storm, and asks calmly, "Wherefore didst thou doubt?"
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