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Jesus told his disciples, come with

me,

By boat, we'll sail across the sea.



He slept on a cushion, in the stern,

The salty water, made his eyes burn.



As he slept, a storm began,

Sweeping, could not see the land.



It threatened to swamp the boat.

Very hard to keep it afloat.



The wind was blowing it all around,

Capturing the boat with an awful

sound.



The disciples afraid, the boat would

sink,

Screamed Save us, save us, do you

think.



Jesus stood up, and softly spoke,

The storm obeyed, The storm was

broke.



The disciples marveled, who was he,

That could control, the wind and sea.

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