DAY 32 – MASTER, THE TEMPEST IS RAGING

 

Straight out of the gospels comes this stirring hymn. One can feel the terror of the disciples on their boat at night, being swamped by a massive storm that threatened their lives. They are incredulous that Jesus is sleeping through it all and in fright accuse Him of not caring. How they quaked with fear when He commanded the storm to cease. They were far more afraid of Him than the storm at the conclusion of the story.

The writer then moves us from physical storms to emotional storms in verse two. There are times when grief threatens to overwhelm our life like waves over a boat. We feel helpless to stop the pain. We have no answers. We spiral downward, into despair, disillusionment and depression. How we even accuse God of not caring for us in those moments. Like Job’s wife, we sometimes want to curse God and die to escape the pain. How wonderful that Jesus can still those storms too. How marvelous that He can bring peace even in the middle of horrible circumstances.

Then, when the storm passes, as they always do, we see just how awesome He is. We realize what we have learned of Him, that He does care. We learn that we need Him always, that He is mighty to save. It doesn’t matter whether the threat is natural or supernatural. It doesn’t matter if we are battling the elements or ourselves, God is in control and powerful to save. All we need to do is cry out in faith to Him, trusting in His inherent goodness.

 

Lord, thank You for being a good God. A God who cares. A God who can and does save. Help us to trust in You no matter the circumstances we find ourselves in. You alone are powerful and mighty to save.

MASTER, THE TEMPEST IS RAGING – Mary Baker

 

Master, the tempest is raging, the billows are tossing high

The sky is overshadowed with blackness

No shelter of haven is nigh

Carest Thou not that we perish?

How canst Thou lie asleep

When each moment so madly is threatening

A grave in the angry deep?

 

Master, with anguish of spirit, I bow in my grief today

The depths of my sad heart are troubled

O waken and save, I pray!

Torrents of sin and of anguish

Sweep o’er my sinking soul

And I perish! I perish dear Master

O hasten and take control

 

Master, the terror is over, the elements sweetly rest

Earth’s sun in the calm lake is mirrored

And heaven’s within my breast

Linger, O blessed Redeemer

Leave me alone no more

And with joy I shall make the blest harbor

And rest on the blissful shore

 

REFRAIN:

 

The winds and the waves shall obey Thy will, Peace be still!

Whether the wrath of the storm tossed sea

Or demons or men, or whatever it be

No water can swallow the ship where lies

The Master of ocean and earth and skies

They all shall sweetly obey Thy will

Peace be still! Peace be still!

They all shall sweetly obey Thy will

Peace, peace be still!