Very tired, needing sleep,
Jesus napping o’er the deep,
In a boat of humble form, 
Unconcerned about the storm. 

Peter panicked just the same, 
Calling quickly Jesus’ name. 
Master, don’t you see we’ll drown 
If you don’t calm this tempest down?

Jesus firmly bid it stop. 
Now the sea had glasslike top. 
Every storm at sea or heart 
Can stop as fast as it did start. 

Simply call the Lord most high;
He will calm the sea and sky.
And He’ll still the stormy soul, 
As His peace around it rolls.