Only asleep, not dead.
Oh what a beauty to behold
The father is sitted on the throne,
With garment white as snow.
The ambience is warm, this place is pure as gold.
The streets are paved with gold, everywhere is clean,pure and holy.
Jesus was calm as the waves of the sea
Yet everyone was scared and they didn't want to see
Master! Master! Don't you care we perish?
The master was fast asleep
enjoying the beautiful dream of his real home in peace
The storm was raging fiercely
The rolling of the sea billows was frightening
Not even the sailor had hope in Him
There was no more spirit in them
Oh in despair they cried:
Master master don't you care we perish?
And the master arose from his peaceful sleep amidst the stormy sea
Peace be still! He declared.
The wind ceased and a great calm shadowed the roar
Oh! What manner of man is this, that even the wind and the sea obey Him?
They were amazed when they saw His power
Everything became like a wonder
Never really thought they'd witness
The power of Jesus and His greatness
He was disappointed at their lack of faith and courage
Yet His love for them is greater, His compassion deeper
He could not bear to see them in despair.
He was only asleep, not dead.
Whatever storm is raging in your life. David says this about the one sleeping in your boat "thou rulest the raging of the sea: when the waves thereof arise, thou stillest them" psalm 89:9
He may seem asleep, but He is not dead.
He may seem asleep, He will still your storm. Kayfaithscribe002017
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