Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!
And hushed their raging at Thy word,
Who walked'st on the foaming deep,
And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!
Upon the chaos dark and rude,
And bid its angry tumult cease,
And give, for wild confusion, peace;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!
Our brethren shield in danger's hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe'er they go;
Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea!
I know the Ultimate Boyscout. You know, the guy who has near his person at all times no matter the time of year: ponchos, a hammer, snow shovel, snow boots, a gun, batteries, breaker bars, hack saws, extensions, lug nuts (what in the world), tin snips, and twix candy bars. This just scratches the surface. All these things are strategically placed in his Subaru. I once asked the Ultimate Boyscout what he did for a living. His response was, "I prepare for a breakdown." I like to tease the Ultimate Boyscout. Because, you may have guessed it...he's my Daddy!
And, he makes killer omelets. He has a servant's heart who loves the Heavenly Father...And, I love him! Happy Father's Day!




