Matthew 14
by Bill Haley

Your face is hidden by the water wall
While howling wind drowns the echoes of the call

“Come.”

I came to follow, not to fall
Yet sink I do! Why bid
Then hide in the hour I most need You?

“After seeing, do you not see?
Is sight what you rely upon?
Five and two, five thousand and plenty;
Of powers you’ve seen, this is but one!

“You of small faith, why do you doubt?
Can you not in this hour yet figure it out?
My acts for you will be as dozens before.
Trust, son, trust. We’ll be dry on the shore.”