Then Came Jesus

The wind was so high and it made a sad cry
On the lake on that cold, fateful night.
The waves were so tall and our boat was so small;
So frightened were we in our plight.

'Twas all shrouded in mist, we'd not seen it like this,
In the years that we'd worked under sail.
As the storm reached it's peak the wind made a shriek
As a demon would make when it wailed.

It seemed like our boat no longer would float
And we'd plunge to the depths in the storm.
The night seemed so long and all hope was gone;
We were ragged and wet and forlorn.

And then there appeared, and by all greatly feared,
A man, one who walked on the deep;
There was nowhere to hide, "'tis a spirit," we cried,
It seemed like a dream from our sleep.

His robe was so white, it shone through the night;
"'Tis I," he said, "Don't be afraid."
In single accord we all knew 'twas the Lord,
And our fear, like the night, soon did fade.

On the sea He was borne, in the height of the storm,
He walked out to us on the waves;
When our frail boat was tossed and when all hope was lost
Then came Jesus, so mighty to save.

And Peter, brash lad, (such bravado he had),
Said "Lord, it it be really Thou,
Bid me come unto Thee; I'll walk on the sea,"
And Jesus said "Come to me now."

Oh, how I wish I had courage like this;
I, too, wished to run to my Lord.
Peter put his heart to it, he really did do it;
We gasped as he stepped overboard.

And he walked on the sea! (How I wish it were me!)
He walked toward the Lord on the waves!
Then he started to sink and slip into the drink
When the Lord stretched His hand forth to save.

And, friend, what of thee, art thou out on the sea
In a raging, tempestous storm?
Look for Jesus to come when the storm's work is done,
Look for Jesus and look for the morn.

He's coming just now - look over the bow,
He's walking to thee on the waves;
He's coming to thee and soon thou shalt see
That Jesus is mighty to save.