Ventos

The message of the winds is meant for those at sea
Those who feel safe inside their apartments
Only hear whistling once the breeze has already turned into gales

Those who surrender to the currents know how to be carried
They follow the right way
Correcting the course of the boat is sometimes simply to trust
It is not I who sail, but the One who made the oceans whole

What maps and charts declare about us
Never accounted for grace
Nor for the melting of the glaciers

Already the moons and stars are shifting
The green and red beacons
Nothing remains in place

Correcting the course of the boat is sometimes simply to trust
It is not I who sail, but the One who makes the oceans whole

Who will guide us today?
Who will guide us today?
Who will guide us today?
Who will guide us today?

Who will it be?
Who will guide us today?
God