Blue and dark, an ocean 
Filled with beast and storm,
An ocean alive, God's 
Creation of sounding  form; 

This ocean a beauty of
Mystery, a danger of adventure.

My vessel sails these waters 
In search of Home, I sail 
Through squall and tempest 
With out maps or compass 

Only God's breeze to guide
Me to Heaven's shores.

The smell of holy soil 
Fill ocean breezes as 
The sight of land fills 
My weather beaten 

Heart with joy; blue, sunny 
Days do not compare, nor 

The joy of braving a storm 
Or sea beast, nor the sound 
Of the sea or gulls after a
Hurricane; only the sight of 

His Celestial shore makes 
Me sing an old hymn.