The Storm


The storm raged on,
Waves crashing through the hull,

The storm raged on,
Sailors fearing death and hell.

The storm raged on,
They feel death approaching now,

The storm raged on,
But he was sleeping in the bow.


He was running from The Almighty 
Who had spoken so clear.
His calling, it was dangerous,
But it was no that he feared.
His anger burned hot and righteous,
Like The Lord who'd said 'go!'
But he did not have the same mercy
For the Ninavites, so low.

And the storm raged on...




The storm raged on,
Waves crashing through the hull,

The storm raged on,
Fishermen fearing death and hell.

The storm raged on,
They feel death approaching now,

The storm raged on,
But he was sleeping in the bow.


He was the presence of The Almighty 
So he did not mind the waves.
He had no fear of man or nature,
Whom he had come to save.
His anger burned hot and righteous,
But his mercy burned hotter still,
And it's his blood that now cleanses
The very hands that helped to kill,

And the storm raged on...




The storm rages on,
A world out of it's mind,

The storm rages on,
Is there any peace to find?

The storm rages on,
As we're fighting to stay afloat,

The storm rages on,
We're chucking supplies of the boat.

The storm rages on,
But there's a truth that must be told

The storm rages on,
It transforms both young and old.

The storm rages on,
As we wonder why God would allow...

But maybe your hope's always been there,
Maybe he's sleeping in the bow?



This is a Gospel-Blues song I wrote this summer, while we were struggling to find a place to move into, after finding out our landlord will be selling our flat. It explores the storms that Jonah & Jesus faced after being woken by their terrified companions, the differences in the reasons for the storms and the similarities and differences between how Jesus and Jonah reacted to their callings. Theologians call Old Testament allusions to Jesus 'Typologies', and once you realise they're there, you can see the entire book of Jonah is full of foreshadowing of Jesus' life ministry, death and resurrection. 

The song then explores the storms that we can face and is an encouragement that hope can be found in unexpected ways, even when the situation seems hopeless. 
We now have a place to move to.

**Matthew 8:25-27 **
The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Lord, save us! We’re going to drown!”
He replied, “You of little faith, why are you so afraid?” Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm.
The men were amazed and asked, “What kind of man is this? Even the winds and the waves obey him!”
(NIV)

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