Suddenly a great storm arose on the sea, so that the boat was being covered by the waves. But Yeshua kept on sleeping.
Afflicted one, storm-tossed, unconsoled, behold, I set your stones in antimony, lay your foundations with sapphires,
The mountains saw You and writhe. A downpour of water overflows. The deep gives its voice— it lifts up hands high.
As He got into the boat, His disciples followed Him.
So they came and woke Him up, saying, “Master, save us! We’re perishing!”
Then as they were sailing, He fell asleep. A violent windstorm came down on the lake, and they were swamped with water and in danger.
I’m glad for your sake I wasn’t there, so that you may believe. Anyway, let’s go to him!”