When my humble little boat
Finds it hard to stay afloat.
Water crashing fore and aft,
Will I lose my trusty craft?
Like a craft within a storm,
To life’s tumults, I was born.
Ever battling Satan’s quest
To live my life to his behest.
But the Lord who’s always there,
Sees my plight and hears my prayer.
Rescues me from all that harms;
Back safe within my Father’s arms!
“The LORD is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer.”
—Ps. 18: 2 (NIV)