THE OTHER PERSON...


The fire raged; and fumes billowed,
Three young Jews; into the furnace were thrown,
Engulfed by the flames; but not a hair burnt,
The other person in the fire; could freeze the flames!


The giant roared; his power unmatched,
Warriors shivered; yet a shepherd boy stood  his ground,
A stone and a sling; and the mighty giant fell,
The other person in the battle; turned the stone a sword!


The storm lashed; the vessel shook,
Disciples panicked; and struggled to steer safe,
The tempest was stilled; and the waters calmed,
The other person in the storm; could rebuke the winds!


We may be in a fire, a storm or a battle,
Beyond our strength, skills and safe ground,
Yet take heart; a miracle is at hand,
For the other person by our side, Lord Jesus is our help!


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