The ocean is my vessel, I cannot drown.
She leads me to steady winds and the constant stream.
It restores and refreshes my soul.

Even when I sail through the valley of monsoon waves,
You are there with Your sure hand on the tiller to guide me. 
The salt of Your safety is the blood of my body.

I am anointed with sacred oil.
My table is filled with the rich fruit of Your womb.
No pirates can touch the treasure hidden within me.
You lead me along the best course with the starlight of truth.
My nets overflow.

Surely the beat of the waves will fill my heart all the days of my life,
And I rest in the rolling and rocking of this peace forever more.

(for Jim, and all those sailing rough waters.)
ktk