Titanic--Nearer My God.

Their ghostly forms respire now 

With swells that churn the sea.

Relieved from woe - and peril's throe -

Nearer my God to thee.

And even though the forward bow 

Is tarnished from time's rust,

A hymn still drifts the ocean glaze -

Where angels spoke with Godly praise:

"Brother, sister, where art thou, 

Among the ship's debris?" 

"In eternal peace" - they whisper -

"Nearer my God to thee."

Author's Note

Thanks to Tate for suggesting the song.

Reviews

[J. Hampton]

This left me breathless for a moment in the best of ways...
powerful perspective...
amazing

[Relic]

Thank you very much J. :)