Poem April 28, 1945 Issue

Tiberias

CATHERINE ANNETTE HUBBELL

Peter, that tormented night
By the black Tiberian Sea,
Grieved that no more in his sight
Lived the Master's ministry.
Purple were the waves that rolled
(Hue the mockers clothed him in),
And their thundering retold
Echoes of Golgotha's din.

Peter turned to boat and net.
Friends cried, "We go with thee, then!"
Morning found them drifting yet,
Empty-handed, tired men.
But there stood upon the land
One they knew not how to greet,
Crying from the brightening sand,
"Children, have ye any meat?"

And he told them if they cast
On the right side, they should find.
Brimming was the net at last,
Peace to Peter's heart and mind.
Tranquil sea, glad, golden day—
Gathered they around, restored,
Doubts forever wiped away
On that morning with their Lord.

Enjoy 1 free Sentinel article or audio program each month, including content from 1898 to today.

Send a comment to the editors
NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Article
Signs of the Times
April 28, 1945
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit