When The Time Is Right

When the Time Is Right…

--Margaret Penner Toews ©

High on the hill above the stormy waters

He keeps a careful eye upon the men

Yearning to still the wind and hush the billows,

And agonizes, deeply loving them.

I know the winds are high, I know your muscles ache

From rowing hard upon the troubled lake,

The Father knows each facet of your frame,

Is well aware of terror, tears, and strain.

He’ll send Me when the night is almost o’re,

And let Me bring your plunging craft ashore

At the fourth watch. You’re cradled in His keeping;

No hour there is that e’er would find Us sleeping.

Roll with the waves! Lay down your broken oar!

Don’t you recall?... I’ve still your tossing seas before.