Are these the wonders of the Lord
That we behold now
Is this the sea
On which we sail
The unleashing of
His pent up tears
The gale of His panting
Is this what it takes
For us to really pray
To scream out our need
Of Him?
Peter’s boat is old now
Unsafely holding all
That is needed
Him and us
For everything there is
A season
There will be an answer
To the prayer
He will awake
There will be again
That quiet calm of His
But this is the season
Of our being tossed about
The tumult
The season of our crying
And it is the season
Of His sleeping
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