Sailing Through The High Tide

The storm is heavy in the dead of the night,
the oceans hover me as i steer for light
i've steered for hours but the mist doesn't clear,
i hope against the hope that my ship will persevere

The waves have brought upon unanticipated fear,
my heart only prays that the land be near

I have lost my direction, yet a path i trod,
for i know this path is directed by God.

ill not crib nor will i quit,
for life is a voyage that unfolds bit by bit,


the best things are worth the struggle and the wait,
and if they don't come then be it my fate.

to value sunshine, one must see the rain,
to value happiness, one has to feel the pain
surrender i shall not to the storm's might!
i will for the least put up a good fight!