Written by Liron Alon
Down from the wings of the sky I plunge
Into the roar of the sea
My heart's pounding helps me judge
How far I am from safety
I'm scared, and often think of home
But on duty I must be brave
Strangers depend on me and I must show them
In danger how to act and behave
What differs me from those I save?
What makes us who we are?
Is it the thrill we crave?
Or the constant raising of the bar?
I'll tell you, it's not this nor that
It's not the count I look at
It's that saving a life, although hard,
Is by itself its own reward.
Photo credit: https://pastorernieblog.org/2014/12/20/he-stills-the-storm/