Storm

The storm rages
  the weather is severe.
We are lost,
  in the lashing wind.
We loose pieces
  of our boat and we
Begin to sink,
  into despair, the depths.
We have lost
  our guide to the shore.
Don't forget, Jesus
  is in the boat, sleeping.
Waiting for our
  desperate waking call.
Because we have
  lost faith, peace needs
To be restored,
  like a miracle, surrender.
Look for Jesus
  in the midst of wind
And wave, for
  our yearning is peace,
Be still...