The winds howl fierce with might,
Disturbing seas once still;
The waves rise, long provoked—
But Christ aboard, the vessel’s safe.
My soul reflects that raging deep,
Where countless whispers pull and tear,
Threatening to break me into dust—
But Christ aboard, the vessel’s safe.
One day I’ll enter perfect rest,
These trials fading into a song;
I’ll tell their tale with softened sighs:
That Christ aboard, the vessel’s safe.
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 9:49 AM UTC
The winds howl fierce with might,
Disturbing seas once still;
The waves rise, long provoked—
But Christ aboard, the vessel’s safe.
My soul reflects that raging deep,
Where countless whispers pull and tear,
Threatening to break me into dust—
But Christ aboard, the vessel’s safe.
One day I’ll enter perfect rest,
These trials fading into a song;
I’ll tell their tale with softened sighs:
That Christ aboard, the vessel’s safe.
It is well with my soul.
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