This ship does journey the mighty seas. By Faith these sail’s will ever rise.  Tattered and worn, yet anchored in thee;  By Grace til the sea marry the skies.  Transparent to the crashing waves nigh;  Homeward bound for the Son hath lit the way.  Praises we do sing unto the blue bowled skies;  Til the wretched night turns to solemn day.  A Lighthouse in the distance, nearer and nearer still,  it’s rays soar brightly cross the skies.  The storm and the tempest sweep o’er the mill;  Pray not by strength or might but by your will.  This ship it Graces the dancing waves;  Crashing in flight, seasons pass by.  Rising and…