The voyage is going peacefully
A salty tang in the air,
But when the storm decides to strike
The sailors are unprepared.
“Men at the ready,” the captain shouts
“Make all the lines secure,
Pray G-d will save from certain death
Though we are at its door.”
Screams pierce the Heavens, fear strikes all hearts
Last drinks are going ‘round,
Dread fills the crew, they grab a raft
The ship is going down!
“G-d, have mercy!” They scream with fear
“Our sins we will confess,
We’ll ask forgiveness for all we’ve done
We beg You S.O.S!
The horn blows out the desperate plea
The sound drowned by their wails,
The mast is sinking even lower
Along with its once glorious sails.
“Abandon ship!” The bosun screams
They jump into the sea,
The churning waves push them to and fro
The sailors cry and plead.
“G-d, save us from this watery grave
To avoid widows’ cries,
We beg You for their sakes
Please don’t let us die!
We know we won’t last another day
A single hour unless,
You take us from this icy sea, You hear our S.O.S.”
Some escape the water’s clutches
But most sink into the sea,
The sailors cling for dear life
To pieces of floating debris.
They’ve sent their prayers High Above
They hope G-d heard their cries,
All that the sailors can do now
Is try to stay alive.
The ocean is a frigid place
And some cannot stay warm,
They desperately try to persevere
Throughout the ongoing storm.
The sailors wait with bated breath
For how long they cannot guess,
They’ll be saved when G-d sends a ship
To heed their S.O.S.
