Poem January 13, 1940 Issue

"Be still"

MABEL E. MOUDY

Once when the storm clouds gathered, dark and chill,
And lightning split the heavens with its flame,
Upon a troubled sea disciples came
With Jesus, in a little ship—he still
Asleep, despite the thunder of the storm.
Those men were sore afraid. They called to him,
"Lord, save us"—for they feared, and faith grew dim.
They longed for peaceful heavens, safe and warm.

When men can hear above the tempest's roar
The "still small voice" of Soul, rebuking sense,
And know protection in omnipotence,
Then tempests will abate, as, long before,
When Jesus, knowing error's falsity,
Said to the storm, "Be still," and calmed the sea!

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