Master, Master, hear my cry,
For only that will satisfy,
The desire of your servant to know,
What is it that she must sow?
Master, Master, I’m still a child,
In silly things such as being mild,
For whenever fear lingers near,
I’m ready with armour and spear.
Master, Master, what does it mean,
To let things flow as they seem?
And where must your servant intervene,
To make sure all is calm and serene?
Master, Master, I’m at a loss,
In this sea that I must cross.
When its waves are high and scary,
Tell me Lord, how do I make merry?
Master, Master, am I not your child?
That I should look for a place to hide?
Are you not my Father in heaven?
From whom grace flows for ever and ever?
Father, Father, let me know,
The love that you always bestow.
Let me die that I may rise,
A few more steps closer to that eternal prize.
Father, Father, let all see,
The love you have for them through me.
Let your joy ripple in every heart,
Seeing that we were never apart.