Transforming Master, at the peak of storms
Appearing, walking on the waves of our disaster
Cheering us, when at our cries for help, You hearing
Coming, reach us faster than the speed of light, and calming
Comforting, supporting us in trial, nothing sparing
All-providing, gently chiding us for fright
When fearing to be weak, we would be master.
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