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Once I was happy, once I was free,
Once I was jubilant, running with thee.
Once I was gladdened, brimming with glee,
Once I was married, You me and she.
Twice I was wounded, twice I held fast,
Twice I said, "surely this, too, will pass."
Twice I wept softly, breathing my last,
Twice You revived me, Your net was cast.
Thrice now we try, against odds galore,
Thrice we set out, then ran back ashore.
Thrice we persisted, our spirits left poor.
Thrice we met failure, but You said "once more".
Once I was happy, once I was free,
Once I was jubilant, running with thee.
Once I was gladdened, brimming with glee,
Once I was married, You me and she.
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