I look to the left,
Glance to the right.
Wherefore shall the river take me?

For within this boat
I hold n'er a paddle
Afraid to be carried out to sea.

I pray to the father,
Feel the arms of the Son.
My pain is lesser than what it should be.

I know He knows well
What the destiny may be
But I pray I have a say for what I may see.

So shall I be rescued?
Or remain here in current
Until I'm lead out to the open sea?