In His Hand

The waves were rough,
The air was thick,
The clouds were dark and black,
The wind picked up,
Birds flew to land,
The storm was coming back.

Of all the boats,
upon the coast,
One only rode the sea,
The captain frowned,
His sailors still,
"Oh Lord help them and me!"

This fervent prayer,
He muttered long,
Although no man could hear,
But God above,
Did hear the plea,
Of a Christian he held dear.

Through the storm,
And howling winds,
He held them in His hand,
And though many times,
They did fear death,
He kept them safe 'til land.

When at last,
The sun did shine,
Upon that weary crew,
The captain closed
His eyes and said,
"Lord, them and me thank You."