In the Face of Her Storm
Maroon flags are flyin’.
The wind is not our friend.
And SOS is the only message,
That this tender ship will send.
The waves are high and rugged,
Taking green water over the bow.
Can we survive this demons pounding?
If so I don’t know how!
I struggled down through the galley.
And again up to the mast.
I even checked on the dunsel,
Wrapped my girl’s sails down, I wrapped ‘em low and I wrapped ‘em fast.
I’ve rocked in this sea’s loving arms,
But I’ve also felt her scorn.
I am humbled, yes, but my faith grows stronger,
Here, In the Face of Her Storm.