This Ship
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…