God of the Oceans

God of the oceans vast and deep we come to you as helpless sheep. You formed the oceans by your might, against you, who can dare to fight. The whales that oceans depths traverse what tails like giant oars they have. Their bodies sleek, with skill you made, They plumb great depths, are not afraid. Compared to them, man’s best-made subs are much like giant hollow clubs, some sleek titanium toy-like tombs, whose failure sadly spells man’s doom. The ocean floor, a graveyard cold, is filled with ships built brash and bold. Like gargantuan geese-like ghosts, their rusting hulls confound man’s boasts. God planned the first submarine ride. Throughout the ride poor Jonah cried. When God appoints an aqua trek, there’s no chance of a fatal wreck. God of the oceans vast and deep We come to you as helpless sheep. Please keep our submariners safe as they with brave hearts bear their chafe. Comfort the hearts of those who mourn, souls whom to ocean depths were borne, when accidents made things go wrong with vessels that were built so strong. God of the oceans deep and wide, who daily sustenance provides. Teach us to keep these waters clean, as they for long ages have been. Forgive our foolish fleshly greed, and help us nature’s cries to heed. And leave her waters free from scum, for generations yet to come.