Sometimes

Sometimes I seem to be
Lost on the rolling sea
On my square-rigger with my sails unfurled
Hoping for God to guide me in this world

Caught between waves, tossed by the storm
Searching for land to be safe and warm
I’ve checked my charts and I’m way off course
No rock, no lighthouse, no dock, no port

And so I’ll return to my cabin xx
Where my hammock sways with the rolling sea
I’ll triangulate and plot the wind
And sail my way to the stormy end

Then hoist the mainsail, get underway
Let the Lord blow me home this day
They’ll calm the skies, no rain, no hail
But a strong breeze to fill my sails

I’ll stay the course, straight and true
And I’ll be home before the day is through
And I’ll drop anchor by northern town
With friends and family all around

And sometimes I seem to be
Lost on the rolling sea
On my square-rigger with the sails unfurled
Hoping for God to guide me in this world