The disciples where in a storm,the boat was filled with water,our Saviour
was so tired,that inspite of the storm,He was asleep.But the disciples ,they were wide awake,scared out of there lives,and puzzeled as to why the Master slept,when they where in so much danger.So they went to Him,and woke Him up ,and said,Master carest thou not that we perish?. Jesus arose and spoke to the storm,He said,/Peace, be still/,and the wind ceased,and there was a great calm.
Be still my soul,the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still,my soul,thy best,thy heavenly,Friend.
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
Be still,my soul , Thou God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope,thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul, the waves and winds still know
His voice Who ruled them while He dwelt below.
Be still, my soul, the hour is hastening on,
When we shall be for ever with the Lord,
When disappointment,grief and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot,loves purest joys restored.
Be still,my soul,when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.
[Words by: K.A.D. Von Schlegel./b.1697/
J.L. Borthwick /1813-97]