The storms are all I see around
The master’s in but sleeping sound
Our rowing skills are of no help
And I see, words are all I have
How I hate a watery grave
But I’m helpless in this stormy place
Tempestuous sea, where there’s no land
In despair, and yet, words are all I have
With words, I’ve shouted at the crew
With more words, I’ve cursed at the devil
Finally I run to wake the Lord
And He knows, words are all I have
“Peace, be still” were his own words
And they went forth, two-edged swords
He shocked me, calmed me, and made me see
That faith-words indeed, are all I need.
© Chukwudi Adepoju. 23rd August 2013.