In my journeys far and wide, My ship has seen its share of strife, On the ever changing tide, My ship has blundered through the ride. The storm came on stealthly feet, Before long my ship was meat, It tried its best to find its feet, But the storm kept up its beat. In my darkest hour of need, A gentle presence I did feel, A presence, I just had to heed, And quietly followed in its lead. My wrecked ship he did repair, Sewed my sails with utmost care, With gentle hands he steered around, My ship in waters safe and sound. He bears the burden of my cares, Takes my pain, as if, it were his to bear, Weeps the tears that are mine to shed, Weathers storms that are mine to tread. He is the wind that fills my sails, The gentle wave that keeps me safe, The star at night that guides my way, The cherishing sun that warms my day. And never does he once declare, In your glory I have a share, All he asks is for love and prayers, So, God's blessing we can share.
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