Safe Dwelling

Where is your faith in Spirit's powerTo guide, to guard, to saveFrom pestilence that walks at night;From weather, wind, and wave?Where is your faith, and where your strength?This challenge self-addressedBrings comfort and assurance asI lay me down to rest.For I know once the seas rode high,The wind shrieked through the shrouds,And Jesus on a pillow slept;He saw no threatening clouds.He knew God sent no storm, nor fearedConfounded human will.

How is it that you have no faith?"Peace, be still."

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