The Master Of The Storm

THE MASTER OF THE STORM

By James Rowe

Out on the ocean of life we sail,

Battered by many a raging gale,

Yet we are sure that we shall prevail,

No storm can His ship over whelm

Billows may threaten and winds may blow,

Courage and faith we shall always show;

Nothing can harm us as on we go,

For Jesus is at the helm.

Wrecks we are seeing form day to day.

Poor broken vessels, along the way;

No one to pilot their ships have they;

And so they are sinking fast.

Jesus would pilot their vessel, too.

Comfort and give to them courage new;

If they believed him and would be true,

Their trials would soon be past.

True to our Pilot we all shall be,

Whether a stormy or peaceful sea;

Always so helpful and sweet is He,

And blessings us over more.

Soon we shall meet Him upon the strand.

Of the eternal and happy land,

Then we shall praise Him in chorus grand.

With those who have reached the shore.

He is the Master of wind and tide;

Safely the billows His ship will rid;

Into the harbor at last if will glide,

Where we shall be wondrously blest,

And so with our Pilot we sail along,

Safe from the storm and from all things wrong;

Soon we shall enter the harbor of song.

The haven of endless joy and rest.