Roaring, buffeting waves they come,
Pushing me farther away from home.
Downcast, I turn; I halt to think:
“Christ should be somewhere near the brink”.
My hope grows bright, my faith revives,
As, once again, I realise – I’m not alone!
Now, in Christ’s light, my fears grow dim;
My joys o’erflow my glad heart’s brim.
Boldly I tread the angry deep,
And climb the stormy banks so steep;
With Christ my Stay, my Guide, my Light –
He is my Might through every fight – I’m not alone!
Penned: 1976
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