The Storm

Greg Stier
Greg Stier
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My hands tremble and my heart aches
As I see the storm ahead.
Gale force winds and pounding waves
Are sure to leave us dead.

I call “all hands” and out they come.
We take the sails down.
We tie the knots and take our spots
Fearing we’ll be drown.

It’s coming closer. We are headed in.
The squall is almost here.
But just before the storm collides
Something quells our crew’s fear.

A voice pierces the salty air.
It’s crude and way off tune.
But the words and not the melody
Removes our sense of doom.

“Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found
Twas blind but now I see.”

The words ring true in trepid hearts,
Once lost in sin and shame.
But now redeemed we cannot lose
Even in the grave!

The storm still rages but we are ready.
Our tasks we will perform.
For the same great Captain who guides our ship
Is the One who made the storm!

The storm is there to make us strong,
To rid our souls of doubt.
So that when the storm is over
We know what trust is all about.

He is our Master and Commander.
Our sins He gladly bore.
The same great God who saved our souls
Will get us safely to the shore.

Until that time we brave the storm.
The winds we face with faith,
Not in our own seamanship
But in the One who made the waves.

Unlikely Fighter

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