He has given me a ship to sail
I have no choice but to sail it
I am the master, the captain of my Soul
I have one goal and that is to get Home
I keep a treasure deep in my hold
One more valuable than gold
The most precious of all Cargo
I take this voyage to get it Home
Beware the creatures of the deep
The ones that crawl and creep
Your ship and Cargo they seek to devour
Be vigilant with every passing hour
His breath fills my sails full and bright
He parts the clouds when ‘er it's night
To show me the Star that leads me on
To where others before me have gone
The winds and waves may batter my sides
I make repairs till the storm subsides
With mended sails and polished decks
I know a White Shore is just ahead
Along my journey I see passer-bys
On stranded, ruined ships
Sinking, starving, left to die
They cry out as I sail by
They beg me, “Take my Cargo along with thine.”
I don't understand how they could be so blind
“You are the master, the captain of your soul
You have one goal and that is to get Home.”
Unknown waters lie ahead
with pirates to be dread
I fly my flags high, not ashamed
To show the other ships my aim
The captain goes down with his ship they say
I saw many ships throughout those long days
Captain, Cargo, and ship forever to be
A vain journey now at the bottom of the sea
On foreign beaches sirens beckon to me
Merchant ships glide by, their journey easy
Their holds seem to have twice as much Gold
Trying to lure me in and steal what's in my hold
I search over the waves for the distant Shore
Hurricanes, typhoons all try to toss me off course
But I hold tight to the wheel and raise my sails
Knowing I have but one ship to sail
I don't care if all I have are a couple of boards,
My Cargo underarm, and a scrap of sail
As long as I can lay myself down there
All I have to say is, “Lord, I am here!”
By M. G. Teagan
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