Asleep

In the boat lay Jesus sleeping
Unconscious of the raging sea
Lashing wind and spray was sweeping
Serenity in sleep was He.

Was He dreaming of His Father?
Did the spray encroach His dreams?
All these questions take us farther
Where a different story beams?

Beyond the climax of the tempest
When He chided, 'Peace be still'
Mighty miracle they witnessed
Causing hearts with wonder fill.

Lord Creator and His glory
Holds the universe's key
For the wonder of His story
Is beyond the troubled sea.

Could it be, He caused the fury?
Of what would seem the sea's malign?
Always planned the wind to truly
Follow purposes divine?

And His sleep was but a picture
Of a God who is at rest
And to break the human stricture
Of the fear that filled their breast.

Is the fear of drowning greater?
Than the faith that He is there
Would His presence as Creator?
On His arm their safety bear?

If they had not shouted to Him
Perhaps on water they would walk
His almighty presence with them
Miracles for them to talk.

All around the world is sinking
Jesus seems to be asleep
Future fears beset our thinking
As we stare into the deep.

Do not hold a hope that's dying
Or a faith that's lost its way
Jesus rests, but is defying
All the wind and waves and spray.

In His time, He will awaken
Place His Hand on what's to be
Though we see a world that's shaken
He will reign eternally.

Book by Paul Purday

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