The Sea

Within the borders of Galilee,
A young boy of an age I can’t recall
Was walking the edge of its stormy sea,
And was watching the waters most choppy squall.

The waters crashed hard on the sand of the shore,
The skies gathered darkness and an eerie chill filled the air,
The wind gathered strength and the rain did pour,
Intimate the innocence of this story I’ll share.

I’ll go home the child thought and be safe in the care
Of my mother and father and bear this storm with family,
For I know they are there and their love with me share,
And I’m glad I’m not out upon that turbulent sea.

No other man at this time this child could see,
But in the grayish distance and upon a wave,
A glint of a boat he beheld on that sea,
Wondered this child, who them would save?

As he gazed out the tempest started to rage,
Wondered he, what the fate of those boats would be,
E’en young the mind of this child but the scene him did engage,
As he prayed for the men on that sea of Galilee.

He became scared and he cried for the storm was mean,
This innocent child’s plea suddenly became known,
This became the worst storm that this child had ever seen,
Nothing he could do now but run towards his home.

He ran for a moment with tears in his eyes,
Crying aloud but not for his sake,
For he knew in the end that he’d be alright,
But those men on that sea he knew those waters would take.

The storm was so strong as he continued run,
Scared, he wanted to just be home,
But then a voice entered his head, “Be still my son,”
Then the sun broke through the clouds and all around him shone.

“Look at the Son, He’s on those waves,
Fear not my child, your prayers have found me,
It’s your innocence that heals, your innocence that saves,
For your heart is as His of whom be on that Sea.

-Jacob Winterfeldt

Make My Way Straight

Make my way straight, O, Father please,
Is it a trait of those who follow thee,
To have a heavy heart and weary knees?
Make my way straight, O, Father please.

What wouldst thou have me do? I ask,
Please O Lord I need thy care,
Wouldst thou offer me a holy task?
And thy love with me so meekly share?

Wouldst thou forgive, and how often canst thou do?
Why should I stray? I know there is no excuse,
I can do all with thee, I can make a ship to travel the seas,
O, Lord, make my way straight, O Father please.

With thy spirit I will forgive my brother,
I will go and do thy will today,
I will worship thee forever and never another,
Please Father, please Father, straighten my way.

I will command the earth to move asunder,
I would do all if thou commanded me,
I will stand and praise in awesome wonder,
And give all the credit forever to thee.

With thee all things I know I could do,
But right now I don’t need to cross a sea,
I just need to stand tall for goodness and truth,
And love my brother and friends like thee.

Make my way straight, O, Father please,
Is it a trait of those who follow thee,
To have a heavy heart and weary knees?
Make my way straight, O, Father please.

-Jacob Winterfeldt

I Believe I am Blest

I believe I am blest,
I don’t know by my eyes,
Deep inside my chest,
A treasure there lies.

I believe I do know
Something others do not,
I have been brought low,
But I haven’t forgot.

I believe in a ghost
Much more holy than I,
No, I would not boast,
And I will not deny.

I believe in true love,
And that the heart has weight,
I know an atonement
Reveals beauty, not hate.

I believe I am blest
With a love so fine,
O, thy will be done,
Thy will Father, not mine.

Bitter the cup but I know thee more,
A poor man of grief would knock on my door,
I would not cast him out for I’ve seen thy star,
And I don’t know his travels or from how far.

A soul’s desire is simple you see,
To love and be loved, o, Father, hear me,
These words I speak at the genesis of my rest,
So let me dream my sweet dreams, for I know I am blest.

-Jacob Winterfeldt

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