A Touch Of The Master

When the waters are roaring, still walk you on.

I am Peter anxious to come; fear is what holds me down till you call to me and hold me to stand.

Many are the mourning of my soul, my spirit so press to death; then you said to me in your name, I am healed.

Like the man whose rope stained, so many years and even decades to accord, my hope and faith in you is the Mary to believe in the power of your word and the goodness therein.

My hope is found in thou rising from death, you commanded my peace and thereof I am free.