Post by Brother Ben on Nov 1, 2013 23:09:49 GMT -5
Where the morn was shining clear
We were crowded in the cabin, Not a soul would dare to sleep, It was midnight on the waters, And storm was on the deep.
’Tis a fearful thing in winter, To be shattered in the blast, And to hear the rattling trumpet, Thunder, "Cut away the mast."
So we shuddered there in silence, For the stoutest held his breath, While the hungry sea was roaring, And the breakers talked with death.
As thus we sat in darkness, Each one busy in his prayers, "We are lost!" the captain shouted, As he staggered down the stairs.
But his little daughter whispered, As she took his icy hand, "Isn’t God upon the ocean, Just the same as on the land?"
Then we kissed the little maiden, And we spoke in better cheer, And we anchored safe in harbor, Where the morn was shining clear
James T. Fields
Learn to know Christ and him crucified. Learn to sing to him, and say, "Lord Jesus, you are my righteousness, I am your sin. You have taken upon yourself what is mine and given me what is yours. You have become what you were not so that I might become what I was not." --Martin Luther