His Ship's Tossed, But Not Lost
He calls to us from on his ocean
Set sail alone, so far from home
Rough seas set in, so unprepared
As sails had broken, winds had blown
The sea he owns is deep yet shallow
Depends on where he casts his line
But yet, he screams for us to save him
He feels as if he’s out of time
He knows not where his boat is going
Yet, he so fears it’s way off course
But I can see him in the distance
And, too, I see the winds cold force
As influence, it’s so beguiling
It’s tempting him to sail towards stern
I only hope he sees the distance
For that is where he should so turn
It’s hard to watch him from this sea shore
We see him there, he sees us not
Woe, to take and guide his vessel
Is what we wish with powers lot
Yet, still he sees impending danger
He feels alone upon his sea
I pray my sun, he turns and sees us
To soon come home to his mother and me
As time will further distance all the trials
As labor too will soon be lost
Oh son, our son, we do so love you
And would pay any price, our solemn cost
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