a Song of Ascents

I sank with the ship,

as all good captains should.

I fell to the bottom of the sea,

With broken pieces of wood.


Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord.


As the surface fades away,

The darkness settles in.

I never imagined this is where I would lie,

When my longest journey began. 


Six leagues below,

Where my wandering heart has led.

Is this my final resting place?

Will this ocean floor become my bed?


My soul waits for the Lord,

More than watchmen wait for the morning,

More than watchmen wait for the morning.

The End

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