I sometimes feel like a tiny ship on a great sea,
And it seems as if God has forsaken me.
My hull is breached as I lurch in the waves,
Battered by storms that linger for days.
They even prolong for weeks or for years,
And alone I fear I may drown out here.
There are no stars up above in the sky,
Thus I have no compass, no voice to guide.
I stagger to the bow and fall to my knees,
Convinced that God has forsaken me.
As I cover my face in soaking wet hands,
A power within me compels me to stand.
I sense a light that’s begun to break through,
So I look to the heavens and God says, “For you.”
The sea is steadied, the clouds are dispersed,
As peace both blankets my soul and the earth.
I have no words to express what I feel,
Secure from the nest below to the keel.
And I shift my gaze from soul out to sea,
Knowing that God will never forsake me.