Our lives at times like days at sea,
We weather storms and dark of night.
We chart a course for what will be,
But can’t for sure predict our plight.
The ports, the stops along the way,
Most we plan but some surprise.
We think we know how long we’ll stay,
But can’t predict what may arise.
A ship has instruments to guide,
To plot a course and navigate.
We too need help, our ocean’s wide.
At times it’s best to pray and wait.
Through oceans we’ve not been before,
Lord guide us to that distant shore.