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