The little white boat

Times are troubled
the current too strong,
winds too powerful,
waves too rough.

The little white boat
will crash and turn,
but never topple,
with you here.

Hold my hand, Jesus.
Don’t let go.
Stay with me, Jesus.
I don’t want to go.

The waves crashed,
the wind howled,
the current ran,
with all its might.

But still it stood,
the little white boat,
with Jesus holding,
its sails afloat.

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