Oceans

Thunderous winds roll the waves,

Shrieking their voices as the day

Turns into the darkest night.

The boat is caught in the foam

Of the sea as she roams,

Taking no heed to her guests.

Twelve men caught in the fury,

Seeing nothing but walls of murky

Water swell and ebb.

Their fear is felt in great force

As they, the great fisherman have lost their course,

In the ever changing maze.

In the fourth watch of night

Pulses quicken as their fright

Is heightened when they see

A man walking towards their boat.

Walking - on water! "It must be a ghost"

They screamed in terror.

"Take Courage. I AM. Don't be afraid"

It was their Captain who said

It was He on the water.

"If that's really you," Peter hesitated

"Then ask me out on the water." He waited

To see if His Captain would ask

For such courage. "Come."

His only word, just one

To call Peter out of his boat.

What faith had he, to leave

The safety and recklessly

Follow one command - "Come."

For He was I AM.

Jesus, His Captain,

Was the only reason Peter

Would step out onto the waves.

Peter obeyed.

But the raging sea tossed and turned,

And the sailor took his eyes

Off His Master and cried

Out for help as he

Perceived the wind and began to sink

Into the waves that seemed

Bigger than life itself.

He Perceived- "Identify by means of the senses".

His senses realized how senseless

Walking on the water was.

P eter Perceived.

He abandoned faith and believed

That belief was not enough.

Jesus reached out His hand

And at His command

The sea stood still.

"Oh you of little faith

Why did you doubt?"