I was Traveling –Part 2

Here now Part 2 from my last Trip to Westkapelle/Netherlands. 

How grand to see the white maned bil­lows roll,
And waste their fury on the rocky shore,
Or lis­ten to their loud, ter­rif­ic roar,
And then to think of him who can control

The stormy winds and the tem­pes­tu­ous sea,
And whis­pers “peace, be still,” and winds and waves
His will obey, hushed by his lullaby.
Then why are we of fear the will­ing slaves,

When we have but to wake our sleep­ing Lord,
Or rather trust the promise of his word,
And feel secure, from every dan­ger free,
And have a calm seren­i­ty restored,

Like to the glassy sur­face of the deep,
When winds and waves are hushed in noise­less sleep?
(A Sea Side Reflec­tion by S. Moore )