Speaking Peace to This Soul

I am the sea

In endless shifting scenery

Of blue and green

Mine is the untamed rage

Of a wave whipped fury

I am too deep to plumb

I am the boat

Built solid and strong

Of seasoned wood and workmanship

Yet tossed and tumbling

Tilting and turning

I strain to stay afloat

I am the fisherman

Born to the nets

Fostered to sail and to sea

So fixed and firm, yesterday

My hand trembles today

I am afraid

I am Jesus

And I determine the boundaries

Of wind and waves

I still this storm

I steady this boat and

I speak peace to this soul