This Voyage of Life has storms and gales, yet God guides my ship and never fails. He charts the course through darkest night, and keeps my bow toward morning light.
My anchor is faith, my compass His Word, His Spirit the whisper of hope that’s heard. His breath is the wind that fills up my sails, and His strength alone stills violent gales.
When storm clouds break and waters calm, I rest in His harbor, safe and warm. There He restores what trials have worn, and repairs my vessel where it’s torn.
With patched-up timbers and sails brand new, I stand prepared for what He’ll ask me to do. For every voyage has purpose and call to trust His hand and surrender all.
So onward I sail with courage today His love my map, His truth my way. For with Christ as Captain in peace or strife, I will weather the seas of this beautiful life.
Life has balance — it just doesn’t happen. It’s carved by choices, tested by time. It’s built through the weight of lessons learned, And steadied by faith’s design.
Peace isn’t found in doing nothing, But in knowing when to stay or move. For every storm that shakes your footing, Grace restores what strength can’t prove.
So hold to truth when days grow heavy, Let love be the center of your span. Life has balance — not by chance, But by the guiding hand of God’s plan.
Ecc 3:1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
When God calls, we don’t always know the way. One thing is for sure: we cannot stay. For faith means stepping where sight may fail, And trusting His wind to fill our sail.
The path may twist through shadowed lands, Yet every turn is shaped by His hands. So lift your heart, though the road seems long Each step you take becomes a song.
For when He calls, it’s love that leads, Through barren fields that bloom with seeds. And though the journey may test and bend, With God, each calling finds its end.
Heb 11:8 By faith Abraham, when he was called to go out into a place which he should after receive for an inheritance, obeyed; and he went out, not knowing whither he went.
Be a lover, not a fighter, Let kindness be your flame and lighter. But when what’s dear is on the line, Stand tall in truth—let courage shine. 🌟
Love is gentle, soft, and kind, Yet strength and faith walk close behind. For peace is born from hearts that care, And battles won through love and prayer. 💖
So lift your hands not up in rage, But in defense of hearts you save. Be a lover—bold, yet true— And fight for love in all you do. 🕊️