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Weathered the Storm.... by my daughter-- C
"I've weathered the storm."
Said the crewman quite proud,
In a voice that was boisterous,
Bawdy and loud.
"I rode out the wind
And the pouring down rain.
I steered the ship bravely
And used my sharp brain."
Replied the captain
In a tone that was soft, yet clear,
"Aye, you worked strong and hard,
And showed not your fear."
"I emerged untainted."
Said the boastful young lad,
"My boots muddy, but untorn
Hardly showing the struggle I had."
Said his wise boss
With a twinkle in his eye,
"Indeed, you stayed out of harm,
And hardly had to try."
"I bested those waves!"
Cried passionate youth,
"Though they tossed with might
I beat them-look proof!"
He motioned at ocean
Now calm and serene.
One couldn't see
The storm there'd been.
The captain nodded,
"The sea is still, I see,
And you showed courage, true,
But listen close to me.
"I'm a captain.
I've worked hard for years,
And spent my time,
Effort, and tears.
"I know the ocean
Like my own right hand,
But there's one who knows
Better than I can.
"It was He who braved
Real storms for you
He spoke, and waves stilled
To calm fears of ten and two.
The eyes of the man
Filled with emotion,
As he stared out over
The still, peaceful ocean.
"My boy, be not boastful
In what you don't do,
For the God of the sea
Was right beside you.
"We weather the storms
Through His loving voice.
Believe it or not-
That is your choice.
"But let me not hear you say,
'I am powerful, tough!'
For it is the Lord
Who gave you your stuff."
He walked away then
With a slight little limp,
Leaving thoughts on the mind
Of the foolish, young imp.
"I've weathered the storm."
Said the crewman quite softly,
In a voice that was grateful,
Humble-not lofty.
"You slowed the wind,
And softened the rain.
You held the ship-clearly!
You gave me my brains."
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