Xenophobia (Amphion)

In a sense, what the disciples experienced that night on the sea was ultimate xenophobia—the fear of the ultimate Stranger, of One who was unlike every other man.

— R.C. Sproul

He thundered louder than the clouds:
“Shut up! Enough!”
No back-talk, shrugs.
The eerie silence just as loud.
Woke up from sleep
The deck was steep
But a mere command was issued.
There by the mast
They had to ask,
“You ain’t from around here, are you?”



Bartimaeus (Amphion)

Jesus, David’s Son, please stop by!
Have mercy!
I don’t seek
Seats on glorious thrones by Your side.
I implore
Nothing more
Than for You to command my eyes,
My good King,
So I’ll sing
Of the glories of David’s Christ.