Doubt

The storm had fallen fast and strong,

The waves had grown so high.

The boat was being blown along,

The end seemed to be nigh.

Then something dark upon the sea

I spied, then cried in fear.

The shadow that did frighten me—

It was a man, quite near.

And standing there on foaming walls,

I realized it was He.

The Savior looked my way and called:

“My child, come out to me.”

But stepping out, my foolish eyes

did see the waves and fear.

No courage counted after I—

I saw those waves so near.

My feet were sinking, down and deep.

I cried, “Lord, save me now!”

He smiled and set me on my feet, said,

“O faithless one, why doubt?”

I learned a thing from that short phrase

And from my foolish sin:

For every look at tossing waves,

Take two more looks at Him.