sometimes one must just pray

what the Breton Fishermen did:

Protect me oh Lord, Your sea is so great, and my boat is so small!


But then too, I remember what another poet said of the sea:

If I ascend to heaven, You are there.
If I make my bed in Sheol, You are there.
If I take the wings of the morning
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
even there Your hand shall lead me,
and Your right hand shall hold me!

Amen, Lord! May I remember still that even in the great sea You've never lost one soul that was Yours.
And You aren't going to loose one tonight.