All are cast upon life's Seas
All have cares and doubt
We can freeze at 0°
Or we can Scream & Shout

The Tempest tears at our proud sails
The waves crash on our decks
The winds wail, our strength can fail
And we can end up wrecks

Caught between two destinies
The Scylla and Charybdis
The devil and the deep blue sea
The malstrom comes to haunt us

But... avast there, mate! It's not your fate!
There asleep upon your lee
Is God so great, He's never late!
And he can calm the sea!

Have you heard? He has awoken!
He's not in the grave!
Tho we are broken, He has spoken!
He's Ruler of the waves!

So do not fear the hurricanes
For as sure as I was born
Tempests wane, in sad refrain
Before the

Maker of the Storm


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/14/2016

On yonder waves waiting
come carry me home
the land is baiting
me 'way from sea foam.

Though siren songs beckoned
and malstrom did throng
my mem'ry I reckoned
of the place I belong.

So onward I went
o'er the blue hills a-curling
homeward, my vigor spent
but my heart all a-whirling.

From cliff may you spy
her stern from the mist
and the sails how they fly
from the wind be they kissed.

And I go to your arms
now free from the blue
to be swayed by your charms
yet again are we two

Sitting on the widows peek
she waits for me week after week
not know when or if I'm coming home
wondering if she is alone

Out at see I sail the waves
searching for my soul, I save
never in my life I feared
the fear I felt right here

The seas, they thrash
as the skys turn grey
into the eye we sail with craze
a storm is coming our way

Fighting the storm from bow to sturn
suddenly the winds, they turned
tossing us to and fro
into a malstrom we now go

Now the seas, they are calm
as the tide washes in
the sad widow now sees
the seas, they run red.