when Christ put out my net it came back filled;
the storm so great I thought our boat was done,
'til Christ awoke and all the storm was stilled.
I walked on water, then thought I would drown,
but walked on waves again He took my hand;
a house on sand the storm will tumble down,
so Christ advised we build on rocky land;
on everyone, He said, the rain will fall,
with just and unjust known on Judgment Day;
as gentle rain comes down to water all,
His words and mercy wipe our sins away.
Our souls, washed clean by water in a wink,
are soaked by grace for giving just one drink.
-- by Pete Voelz 2002
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