Another one from Sunday’s readings:
I want to calm the raging storm and bid the wilding waves be still; to wrest the chaos into form all by the strength of my own will. To fight the terrors of the deep and roll the dark night into dawn, and let you, on your cushion, sleep, and steer the boat still on and on. But I cannot. I have no pow'r and precious little of my faith. Wake up, Lord, in this fearsome hour, before we perish in the waves! You still the waves and calm the winds, then cast your weary eyes on me to teach the lesson once again that you are with me on the seas, that none but you can calm the storm, nor do you ask me to be you. And so, a different faith is born as once again you make all new: Not that you'll drive the storms away, but that you feel the waves crash down. That if I perish here today, you still are with me as I drown.