When the storms are over
When time has passed and I'm alone
When the bonds are broken
Then I will face a new shore
And I will see, and I will see
The guiding hand that steers my craft
The gentle wave, I'm here at last
The ocean breathes a certainty
The timelessness of your love for me
Thanks be to thee
Thanks be to thee
I am just a small child
Whose hands are tired by holding on
I faced an endless ocean
In need of hope and love