The Master of the Storm
I know the Master of the storm,
He holds me in His hand;
The winds and waves, the clouds and seas
All follow His command.
Not one small blast, no drop of rain
Can fall if He says cease;
He rides upon the mighty cloud
And brings the calm and peace.
His voice can thunder from His throne
Or whisper in my heart;
I see His strength in lightening’s wrath
And when the storm clouds part.
Such strength has He that once He slept
Upon the storm-tossed sea;
If He’s not worried, why am I
Since Jesus cares for me?
Christina Joy Hommes
