When the storm seems too fierce
And the tides too high
You will remain my anchor
When the wind too blinding,
And the fog too heavy to see through
You will remain my
guide
When the floods are raging over
And the waters too deep to swim
You will remain my sail
When the sun is too scorching
And the fire more than hot
You will remain my shade
When the sword is too sharp
And the arrows comes from every direction
You will remain my
shield
When the lion’s roar is too loud
And human no longer humane
You will remain my
friend
A friend who sticks
closer than a brother
