The Storm

I am a small ship on the sea of life,

Battered and wrecked am I;

Tossed to and fro on the angry waves,

As hail beats down from the sky.

My sails are torn and I drift along,

Defenseless against the storm;

Terror sets in as fog settles 'round,

I long for some land to take form.

My strength is gone and weak I am,

I long for the morning to see;

Instead my eyes are blinded with tears,

As I struggle from the storm to be free.

The thunder crashes and lightening strikes,

Not much more I can take;

The darkness is thick and my way lost,

Oh, tomorrow I'll never make.

But wait...I feel a hand take mine,

And my ship ceases to toss;

"I'll never leave you" a loving voice says,

"Your way no more is lost".

A Captain that knows the way is here,

He has sailed this sea before;

He steers through the blustering storm,

Straight for that distant Shore.

I no longer despair despite the storm,

For I am safe in this Captains care;

I give Him control of my little ship,

And He gives peace beyond compare.