It was created for you and me;

life's rough surf, look at the sea.

It comes and goes, you know not when;

those trials like billows, how will you fend?

There is a way to still life's waves;

that little secret, it's how we behave.

Living in gratitude has its reward;

are you riding high on your surfboard?

On life's tempestuous sea, look for the lighthouse;

if we don't, we could wind up in the madhouse.

Some are freethinkers, think about that again;

there's only one way to float, amen and amen.

I've met many that were lost at sea;

sinking fast they were, far from carefree.

They didn't have the proper life preserver on;

soon they looked up, an ethereal eidolon.

It was created for you and me;

that spacious sea of life, a passkey.

If you ever start sinking as did Peter;

hold on to your faith, a firm supporter.