If ever I’d thought that deluge would roar;
That blistering blizzard of sleet. . .
If ever I’d thought those winds would blow;
Those ravaging waves complete!
Could I ever have thought I’d deliver us all;
With safe passage through that heat?
What arrogance would I have shown;
As if it was mine to beat.
So what did it mean if that’s what I felt?
A Narcissism elite?
Or perhaps the hand of God above;
A Pilot’s navigational feat.
I will never know as I sit here today;
Calming my post-storm seat.
But I am so certain it must not be in vain;
As redemption I earnestly seek!