Some days I’m not sure which is worse
Being stuck all alone
Or lost, adrift on stormy seas
Where I am tossed and thrown.
Perhaps it doesn’t matter which,
On shore or lost at sea,
As long as I remember that
You’re always right by me.
Thus, when I’m tossed in turbulence
You teach me to be calm;
And, when I feel I’m most alone,
Your love’s my healing balm.
So I will worry less today
About where I may be
And focus more upon the love
With which you’re holding me.
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