“When the storms a raging, the little old boat about ready to sink, He walked out just as cool as He could be, put His foot up on the brail of the boat. And looked up, said, “Peace,” to the Father, “Peace.” Looked out upon the ocean, said, “Be still,” walked back and laid down. The waves was just as calm. That was Him: never scared; never excited; never fussy.” WMB