I’m in an ocean wild in my small boat
I cannot steer and with no power I float
I feel afraid, the waves are fierce and high
If I’m washed away then I will die
I have no mobile
phone,I have no light
All around are waves, a dreadful sight
Where did I lose my way, my sense, my skill?
Who can help me now, if that’s god’s will?
Sometimes we feel stronger in control
Deluded by illusions on we roll
Feeling frightened feeling small and lost
We try to carry on and count the cost.
Yet what may help may be inside, not out
The voice we hear is small , it will not shout.
Despair itself can heal if our mind’s still.
No social media posts, no unmet bill
And as we learn how weak we are, and rest
Another hand will steer but can we trust?
Instead of seeking power must we give in
It may turn out in losing we will win.
Instead of proving self to be the power
Something quite unknown has won the hour.
We see the turtle dove as it flies near.
Let the unknow hand be that which steers.
How my heart sings 