Our ships on an open course
Swimming in the sea
I look over the side and wonder how it could be
Clear dark blue, but the bottom can't be seen
Then I look to my side
To sight the flying fish of the sea
They look like little airplanes skipping like a stone
Though they fly threw the air, the sea is their home
The dolphins play chicken in front of our keel
Jumping in front of our course
You can see the joy they feel
Because of what we see
We know the Lord is happy
The water turns from the color of clear dark blue
To a dull seaweed green
We know the weather's gonna get mean
we wait respectfully
Fifteen foot mountains of water
Roll thunderously across the sea
Tops of water mountains are broken up by a fierce wind force
There's a little bit of fear within us as we brave the mighty sea,
wondering if we have yet to see worse
As the ship dives into each mountain of water
It protests by rumbling its beams and shaking its nose
We pray
Having fear in that thing that has created what we see
For a sailor know the fierceness of the Lord
by the fierceness of the sea

By: Roger Harkness


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