The frothy foam that caps the waves
And dredges sand from seashell graves
That long have hidden from our sight
Choose now to face the morn’s veiled light.
The ocean creatures deeper go
Escaping nature’s undertow
While seagulls frantic overhead
Search for a perch that’s safe instead !
Both you and I must reach for breath
As all the air seems sucked to death
The wind whips round with heightened speed
Oh grant us Lord, the strength we need !