The Fiercest Storm
We print below, with the author’s permission, a poem by Major Malcolm Westwood, a former Commanding Officer of this Corps
Major Malcolm Westwood
By human toil, life’s highest mountains man can climb,
Intensity of trials reduce,
And make life bearable once more.
But God empowers and mountains lose their awful dread,
Ways round and through, below, above
Are found to make our spirits soar.
Some rivers are too wide, too dangerous to cross,
Their depth our bound’ries firmly set,
Our island daily shrinks yet more.
But he who trod the surface of a troubled sea
And bade his child to imitate,
Can guide us through what lies before.
The darkness of the night when even shadows fail
And fear with empty laughter comes
To ridicule and scorn,
But Jesus died and rose and hope anew was born;
Who walks with him need never fear
The dangers of the fiercest storm.