The howling winds, buffeting the boat,
our lives, at their mercy, the winds of doubt,
of strife, of fear, our masters
The voice of our savior, calling us to come
to walk toward him, to fear not
rather to center our lives, our beings on him
to come to him across the waves,
believing in the miracle of the feedings,
the healings, the fulfillment of all prophecy
in him, and him alone, to walk without fear
Ignore the howling winds,
follow our savior’s call
walk boldly, for he died for this
August 8, 2008
Matthew 14:22-33
Friday, August 08, 2008
The Howling Winds
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