The Captain

The sea begins to liven,

And the sun begins to set.

My eyes hold fast to heaven,

Where the storm is growing yet.

I've traveled to this ocean

To make these waves my home,

And I know my steadfast Captain

Won't leave me here alone.

Wisest of the sailors,

And bravest Man is He.

With every tested courage,

He fears no storm at sea.

And by no work of mine,

But by His every grace,

He snatched me from my plight,

And washed my bloody face.

For I was but a boy

Who tried to fathom every depth,

And let a broken compass

Direct my foolish steps.

My sails were torn and empty,

And at the mercy of the waves,

I was ready for Death to take me

When the Captain called my name.

"Hello!" He shouted loudly,

"I believe your ship's journey is through.

Do come aboard my own

And be welcomed to the crew!"

"Nonsense!" Said I to Him,

"You don't want to sail with me.

I'm a terrible man, and a mutinous man,

It's best I die at sea."

Then smiling, said the Captain:

"I care not what you've done.

My grace will be enough for you

And from now on, you'll be my son."

Now every storm that throws the waves,

I face with the Captain great,

And hold fast the thought of Heaven

That remains my final fate.

May His words, my guidance be

Until my life is done.

Then I'll sail to Eternal Shores

And forever be His son.