Just a few more precious hours,
I'll be at my window sill;
Watching the sea beneath the stars,
pondering on God's holy will...
Will I see the changes I seek?
Or are trials stacked in store for me?
Will moral strength conquer the weak?
I seem to ask the silent sea.
If only I were sent a sign,
A nudge to the right path;
A beacon from His will divine,
Some help to guide my heart.
I cross my heart and hope to learn,
to watch the tide begin to turn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem