Navigation on rough waters
It is not an easy feat
Especially if you aren't a pilot
And you've never been this deep.

I thought I knew the currents
And the channels to avoid
But I'm stuck here in the crashing waves
And I need help, I have no choice.

So with gritted teeth and stubborn hands
I take up my pen
And write my message in a bottle
To the beginning and the end.

He has made the very seas
Alone, I can't seem sail
So why would I reject His compass
Cause on my own I'll always fail.