Though in this sea of tumult find,
I lean on him and i am fine,
Death crawls screeching away from thee
As stronger still, you cling to me
This wave ahead is bigger than them all
But if i trust on him i shall never fall
I look down in complacency
Questioning if he's still carrying me
And as i flee from grace's grasp
And fall into this pending doom
He calls me back upon his lap
And as i die i am home at last
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