When I think I’m mighty,
When I’m conquering life’s waves,
It’s then that you remind me,
I am free to go my own way.
You let me drift alone, yet
Never escaping your watchful eye.
All the while, I sing smugly:
“Look at me” “What I did” “Me” “My”
A loving Father. A stubborn child.
You let me play this game.
Oh I think I’m mighty
Until I’m drowning in my shame.
My proud bow is dented,
My new ship water-logged.
My shipmates bail out water,
Throwing buckets-full into the fog.
Still the waves come crashing,
But I cannot lift a sail.
Oh, I thought I was mighty,
But now, I’m growing pale.
“Master,” I call out to Him,
“I thought you’d never leave.”
Nothing but the wind howls back,
And I fear no reprieve.
I hear the splash of my crew;
“Abandon ship!” they scream.
Oh, I thought I was mighty, but a
Nightmare sprang from my dream.
The waves suddenly grow calmer;
The howling wind dies down.
I am all alone in my somber until
A voice thunders in the clouds:
“My brave, stubborn, child,” He said,
“You did as best as you could.
But you have forgotten: I am mighty.
You are but made of wood.”