Behold, O God,
our protector,
defender;
she who shields us from the storm
and guides us to that invisible shoreline,
past the rocky shoals
and shallow tideflats
that threaten wrecks
before we reach the goal.
Guided by her holy light,
and lifted o'er the waves
on angel's wings,
we hope someday
to wear her crown of glory;
to know her Spirit as our own
and so to climb unbattered from the waves
to bask in sunlight on the sands of time
and sip the nectar of your peace,
in peace.
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