Churned in the midst of the ocean wild;
Frightened at sea like a wayward child;
Hopelessly alone, my fears did soar;
I cried out to God for help once more.
Through prayer, I beat on Heaven's door.
The heavens shook; the thunder did roar.
In a still, small voice God spoke once more,
'O child of mine, just let go the oar! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem