the tempest is raging!
The billows are tossing high!
The sky is o're shadowed with blackness
No shelter or help is nigh.
Carest thou not that we perish?
How canst thou lie asleep
when each moment so madly is threatening a grave in the angry deep?
I love this hymn (#105 "Master, the Tempest Is Raging"). I wish we would sing it more in church. Unfortunately, it is also a long hymn, and it is one of those hymns that you really need to sing all three verses. So, we don't get to sing it that often, at least in my ward.
with anguish of spirit I bow in my grief today
The depths of my sad heart are troubled
Oh, waken and save, I pray!
Torrents of sin and of anguish sweep o'er my sinking soul
And I perish! I perish! dear master
Oh, hasten and take control!
The first two verses describe how I've been feeling today.
the terror is over.
The elements sweetly rest.
Earth's sun in the calm lake is mirrored,
And heaven's within my breast
Linger, O blessed Redeemer!
Leave me alone no more,
And with joy I shall make the blest harbor
And rest on the blissful shore.
I wish I could feel like the 3rd verse more often. But, today I feel tormented. I feel like I'm in a tug-of-war - and I'm the rope.
Maybe it's just a letdown from all of the frenzied activity over the past few weeks leading up to my son's marriage on Saturday. But, all I want right now is to be a real boy. One who could love his wife like real boys do. Is that too much to ask for?