Dark was the night, and black was my soul
In the boat, in the storm that night.
Through heavy wind and heaving waves
I gripped the rail; knuckles white.
Between flashes of lightning, I suddenly saw Him.
In my world that spun and burned,
He was the only one not swaying.
I leaned forward– blinking! My heart turned.
“If it’s You,” I said hoarsely;
“Tell me to come to You.”
You immediately said, “Come.”
And as soon as I heard Your voice- I knew.
I let go of the rail.
And the others in the boat moaned weakly,
As jumping out of the sinking ship-
I walked on top of the sea.
But I became afraid when I saw the terrible waves.
And thrashing! — I began to sink. I cried out!
You stood before me then; saying quietly
“Why do you doubt?”
You reached down and pulled me up, and suddenly
we were now back inside the boat.
I did not grab the rail,
but held onto Your coat.
You spoke to the wild storm,
— and it ceased!
We praised You then; joyfully
as God of all peace.
Not for the storm, nor for the waves,
Will I will always remember that night.
But that You walked towards me when I had nothing left…
You saw my plight.
You came for me,
walking across the impossible sea–
And that is what changed
Further reading: Matthew 14:22-33