Fishermen's Poem

When storm gales blow and shake my soul
And I am lost at sea,
Then comes a light that shines so bright
A beacon sent to me

When tattered sails are useless
And Darkness covers me,
An unseen hand takes o’er the helm
And steers me round alee.

And as the first star of the night
Shines through so vividly,
My bounty lies in His good Grace
Blessed by the Trinity.
Leanne Marshal