Thomasina

If we're good we'll address, love we're holding still, toil by water to confess, take the time to pray, how we'll eat our fill, let others mend our aches, strange days land at rest, our eyes beyond the hills, help us face such duress, deserts bode an empty fame, a sextant makes us shrill, dancing sight of sea again, God will find us blessed, our ship's waiting thrill, a flight to change address, no more fear than gain, nighttime proves our skill, fix our battered sails, hope you cannot kill.