Within this tempest tossed,

Wandering about and lost,

I search for unyielding land,

Reaching for a helping hand.

One gentle, yet fiercely strong,

A guide to help me along,

But blinded eyes cannot see

The one who can set me free.

My scared voice cries out

As winds fling me about.

Beaten down with each gale,

Weeping, fearing I will fail,

Remaining lost and never to find

The one who is meant to be mine.

Blown about, no longer standing,

I pray for a safe and sound landing,

A sweet relief from despair

From one who can truly care.

A respite from consternation,

O’, sweet cradle of consolation,

A calming and serene source,

Find a way to cross my course,

So at long last I can rest

From this horrid tempest.