Rembrandt – Christ in the Storm on the Lake of Galilee
Out of the storm, He comes,
He comes,
clearly, speaking victory –
comes with calmness in His step
and silence for each dread.
Watching mountains quake,
they quake
to see such sureness step upon
these waves of doubting fury; all
trembling piques stand still.
And from the storm, He brings,
He brings
the resting peace of endlessness,
the answer which no peace could know,
borne here upon the sea.
On through the storm, He reigns,
He reigns,
and, sovereign, knows the ebbing tide.
No wave is wasted in His rule,
no feeble vessel lost.
J.S. Bach, Cantata BWV 81, “Jesus schläft, was soll ich hoffen?” (Sigiswald Kuljken) – Read text
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