I fault not the great sea beneath my raft;
Fault neither beauty nor its open wrath
Upon the waters where the bread is cast.
Storms that I weather are redemption's path
And faith my lone sail and supporting mast.
I fault not the great sea beneath my raft,
Fault neither beauty nor its open wrath.
I must find the shores that will house my craft
As I fight the winds and the waves advance
And ask of the One to fulfill my task.
I fault not the great sea beneath my raft;
Fault neither beauty nor its open wrath
Upon the waters where the bread is cast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem