The Bow Sprit

I watch as he sleeps under my billows;
No thing of his needs escapes my notice.
Winds will I search for, calm seas I will plow
All for my dear Captain and his solace.


For him the draft will always be kept clear.
No shoal or reef will chance to come too nigh.
No floating wreck will ever come too near.
To rip the hull no hidden peak will try.


For him there is no where, no time, no place
That I will not watch over as we go.
No frown of care will ever cross his face.
No chill nor fearsome thought will he e're know.


Let anything that threatens be afraid
For his defense is why I have been made.