Christian
Upon the angry sea of life Where thoughts of sadness stay There comes a stranger from the shore, who walks upon the waves With hands and feet both pierced with nails, declaring "sea be calm" I reach my hand from sinking boat and quickly take his arm No more the fears of passing years or thoughts all aimed to harm Suddenly my mind is still No fear, no pain alarms Just like Lot's wife, thoughts do come, to glance back what was left An empy boat, a sinking ship, colourless, bereft.