We see over spars
a sea, we're cutting from
We're sailing on the mast of faith (???)
We're sailing, stretching ourselves
to the steersman on the bridge.
We're sailing on the land
on a big stone, on the sand
We're wading into land
unknown place
Yes, ...
I felt myself happy there.
We are really thankful
in the pail of disaster's house.
And we slept / felt asleep
the scary storm was outside / far away.