When the hot wind blows at the sails
And the ocean is restless
The current is dragging you to the South
While the wind is blowing you to the North
The stars are dimmed by clouds
And the compass spins in circles
The ship rocks
Port to Starboard and
Aft to Stern
Throw the anchor overboard
A second if you must
Wait for calmer waters
Climb the rigging and seek out land
Look for signs of life
And beware the albatross that brings false news and false hopes
Go below and wait it out
Gather your strength and grit
Stay put
As sirens call you to sure death
Block up your ears
And look to the horizon
Steady yourself Sir
The storm is never lasting
Land shall be sighted
Carry hopes and and trinkets of loved ones
Think upon good things and dreams
Send up prayers
And light the incense
Remember who Captains the ship
Tie up the sails
Throw out the anchor
Steady yourself against the tide and the hot wind
You are the captain
Weed out the Mutineers
And hang them by their own noose
Let the sailors know
The Captain is at the helm
The Charge and Director of His ship
Little Wren 