The wind was hard against us, Lord,
and we were far at sea,
a prey to wave and winds that roared
and would not let us be.
But one still point within the storm
appeared upon the waves:
a ghostly figure, striding calm
across our heaving graves.
If it is you, Lord, really you,
then call me to your side,
and if your words are really true,
let me the waves bestride.
But not for me the tossing waves
(nor mine the cup you drank);
not mine the faith that sees and saves,
but mine the feet that sank.
Not mine to bear the dread of storms,
but mine your hand to take
and rest within the peace and calm
your presence with us makes.
I learned the hard way, saving Lord,
who you are and I am,
so when I saw you on the shore
I simply jumped and swam.
Now, Lord, command me on the seas,
commend me to the waves:
yours are the ear that hear my pleas,
your is the hand that saves.
But Kate, you say, Peter lived after Christ was born. He can’t be looking for the Nativity! But you, I say, we’re not longing for the Nativity. We getting ready to celebrate it, while waiting for the Second Coming.
This whole world will dissolve in fire: the earth, the sea, the sky will burn like pagans on their pyre whose time has come to die. And we'll all purify our mire, and burn our every lie, and nothing be but our desire when Christ my Lord is nigh.
We had the flood, long years ago, to bear our sins away; we're swept around by ebb and flow and have been since that day. Tumbled by breakers, dragged below, and lost beneath the waves 'til Christ comes walking, calm and slow, and reaches out, and saves.
Then let the flames dry out the flood; let new dry land appear, a new creation God calls good, his light made bright and clear. And we who drowned will be renewed in flames that hold no fear, and walk on burning waves of love with Jesus walking near.
Karl Jenkins, Dies Irae, Licensed to YouTube by UMG (on behalf of Decca Records); UMPI, BMI – Broadcast Music Inc., Concord Music Publishing, and 9 Music Rights Societies