Master the Tempest is Raging

Without storms we’d never know the calm.
Without Christ, we’d never know the balm
In His healing hands.

Without mercy we’d all stand condemned
Without Christ wounds would never mend
A physician he stands

Around our necks, hangs a daily millstone
A weight we’ll never have to endure alone
If we lean on Him.

Christ’s strength makes our burdens lighter
Days of darkness become so much brighter
If we invite Him in.

K.G. Hutchins

June, 2013