Who, Except The Lord?

His power and miracles proclaim him God.
I see the wild winds suddenly grow calm
When Christ commands; I see the storm-
tossed sea
Grow smooth, with tranquil surface bright,
At Christ's behest; I see the waves grow firm
As the raging flood sustains his treading
feet.
He walks dry-shod upon the flowing tide
And bears upon the flood with footsteps
sure.
He chides the winds and bids the tempest
cease.
Who could command the stormy gales:
"Be still,
Your strongholds keep and leave the bound-
less sea,"
Except the Lord and maker of the winds?....
Who on the sea could walk, who with firm
step
Upon the flood could without sinking tread
That path with soles upborne and feet
unwet,
Except the author of the deep, the
Spirit,
Poured from the Father's lips, that moved across
The waves, not yet hemmed in by solid
shores?

-Prudentius, A Hymn on the Trinity.