In those times when adrift on the ocean

And all horizons are water and sky

And there is little breeze to fill our sail

And nil forward movement as waves float by

—Direction be unknown

—Through sunrise and set

—And heat of day exhausts

—And weariness stems rest

The cool soon arriving as night comes forth

And bright blinding light yields to twinkling stars

Which render the word that all is not lost

Their journeys beheld but though from afar

—To’ard proving perspective

—Allowing to behold

—That traveling proceeds

—Though languishing be sold

In perceiving the celestial we see

The Lord is steering! The heavens insist!

For no other message can e’er be told

The sky is ablaze with starry inscripts!

Wonder abounds though alone w’ hardship

The raft floating still? is moving on path

His guidance is clear with spiritual eyes

Our faith the force that saves us from wrath

As mighty attacks from enemies strike

No perfect storm or terrible tempest

Succeeds in defeating the sailing mate

Or stalls our motion aligned with His best

—And though we seem floundered

—And held fast and anchored

—Our journey goes onward

—Our Savior at Starboard

© 2011 by RJ Dawson. All Rights Reserved.