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Quiet waters - oh God, why?

A school of sharks passes by

I am fed up with this

eating same salted fish

Calm prevails, the wind is slow

We should sail, but we row

I can't find the reason why

You led us here to die

These stiff-necked pirates

Have seen Your power and still moan

Yo ho ho, point our bow

To the promised land

Let Your light be our guide

On this journey

Yo ho ho, wind will blow

Our boat to the strand

Hear our call, as we haul

Oh God, lead us to Your

Promised land

Don't you dare  doubt His might

Keep in mind what's in sight

Wind and sea, obey Him

When He speaks, retreats sin

Tailwind rise, a strong gale!

End of crises, hoist the sails

Doubtful tar, God enjoins

storm wind yarr, grid your loins!

You stiff-necked pirates

Have seen His power and still moan

Yo ho ho, point our bow

To the promised land

Let Your light be our guide

On this journey

Yo ho ho, wind will blow

Our boat to the strand

Hear our call, as we haul

Oh God, lead us to Your

Promised land

Though time crawls

We keep our course

Island by island

We approach Your shores

On Your land

We will stand

After the hourglass

has trickled all its sand!

Yo ho ho, point our bow

To the promised land

Let Your light be our guide

On this journey

Yo ho ho, wind will blow

Our boat to the strand

Hear our call, as we haul

Oh God, lead us to Your

Promised land