Proper 7
Poems
A GOSPEL TREASURY
Poems Based on Lectionary Gospels
Jesus, come and take my tiller,
for my boat is very small.
And the wind is growing stronger
and the waves are very tall.
As the fishermen were anxious
in the storm on Galilee,
I am filled with fear and panic
and the future threatens me.
Toxic wastes in food and water,
threaten every living form.
Poisoned air and radiation,
these are my surrounding storm.
Angry men in stupid actions
taking hostage innocents
are expanding our supply of
vicious hate and violence.
Must there be another conflict,
mushroom cloud and fiery blast?
Are we bound for Armegeddon?
Is the time for living past?
Waken, Lord, and still the waters.
Bid the winds of anger cease.
Rouse our faith and calm our spirits.
Help us, Lord, to live in peace.
for my boat is very small.
And the wind is growing stronger
and the waves are very tall.
As the fishermen were anxious
in the storm on Galilee,
I am filled with fear and panic
and the future threatens me.
Toxic wastes in food and water,
threaten every living form.
Poisoned air and radiation,
these are my surrounding storm.
Angry men in stupid actions
taking hostage innocents
are expanding our supply of
vicious hate and violence.
Must there be another conflict,
mushroom cloud and fiery blast?
Are we bound for Armegeddon?
Is the time for living past?
Waken, Lord, and still the waters.
Bid the winds of anger cease.
Rouse our faith and calm our spirits.
Help us, Lord, to live in peace.

