A well so pure
The word of life
A road so sure
The word of grace
A peaceful stream
The word of grace
Author of dreams
The word of faith
Created the heavens and the earth
The word of faith
Bestowed on me new birth
God’s word
Never fails
Always prevails
By its breath we sail
When God’s word comes
Sickness leaves
Satan flees
The Lord meets our every need
From Matthew 8:23-27
The wooden boat strolled through the smooth still waters. Peter steered the small ship. The other eleven lifted their heads and witnessed the sky suddenly darken. The silk waters transformed into mighty waves as winds whipped them alive. Rain pounded on the sailor’s backs. Terror shot through their souls. They cried out to Jesus, “Lord, save us!” The Master raised his head from a pillow and wiped his weary eyes. The Lord said, “What are you afraid for? How little is your faith.” Then the Sovereign One stood tall with his finger in the air and declared, “Be still!” Peace flooded the atmosphere. The wind and rain ceased. In an instant, their boat rolled on a sea of glass. Then the disciples marveled at Jesus.
