Through tempests fierce, where winds and waters roar,
The waves of life rise high with restless might,
Our fragile bark is tossed from shore to shore,
Yet in the gale, a figure cloaked in light.
There Jesus stands, amid the storm’s wild fray,
His voice cuts through the howling, bitter din,
To every surge and squall, He turns to say,
“Peace, be still,” and stills the chaos within.
The winds grow hushed, the seas lie soft and tame,
A holy calm descends where fear once reigned,
His presence near, a balm for every name,
A harbor sure, by grace forever gained.
So through our storms, though dark the skies may be,
He speaks, and peace flows boundless, full, and free.
The waves of life rise high with restless might,
Our fragile bark is tossed from shore to shore,
Yet in the gale, a figure cloaked in light.
There Jesus stands, amid the storm’s wild fray,
His voice cuts through the howling, bitter din,
To every surge and squall, He turns to say,
“Peace, be still,” and stills the chaos within.
The winds grow hushed, the seas lie soft and tame,
A holy calm descends where fear once reigned,
His presence near, a balm for every name,
A harbor sure, by grace forever gained.
So through our storms, though dark the skies may be,
He speaks, and peace flows boundless, full, and free.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 