I hold tight to the fact that You're guiding this ship,
through this life on which I must sail.
It's amazing to see, that You don't turn your back,
You just listen through my every wail.
I kick, and I scream, I delight and I gleam,
I whine, and then dine in Your grace.
In the ups and the downs, when I am turned all around,
I look up and I still see Your face!
I sure don't deserve it, there is no way to earn it,
so I am content just to come through the door.
So, from morning 'til night, I seek to love You; not fight.
I'll be happy to crash on Your floor!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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