Trying to steer my boat,
Though storms kept pushing,
Success felt far from reach,
My spirit drooping.
When waves crashed hard and high,
And I felt drowned and weak,
I'd seek a cloudy sky,
A sweet escape to seek.
But letting go the helm,
A gentle peace I've found,
My stubborn will I quelled,
On holy, steady ground.
To Him, I give my way,
My life, I gently lend,
No longer fear holds sway,
Nor anger, I now tend.
The rough days still may come,
But I have found my might,
A strength that overcomes,
And brings me to the light.
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