The wind blows hard, the waves crash high,
My little boat beneath the sky.
I row and strive, with all my might,
To keep my course, both day and night.
I vowed to sail, a steady course,
To use my strength, my inner source.
But nature's hand, it guides my way,
May change my plans from day to day.
The storms may rage, the sun may hide,
The path ahead, a watery ride.
But in my heart, a truth resides,
Where faith and hope securely bides.
Though I may bend, and change my way,
From plans I made, just yesterday,
I trust the journey, come what may,
That all things happen, day by day.
If luck is with me, and the Lord is there,
He'll guide my vessel, free from care.
No matter what, I'll not despair,
For everything happens, beyond compare.
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