The soul of a man is like a ship That sails the sea of time, The storms may rise, the winds may blow, And rock this heart of mine. Yet my ship will never, ever sink, And still today I float— My compass is His precious Word, And Jesus pilots my boat.
I won’t sail stormy seas again Unless He leads the way, I won’t drift far from Heaven’s shore Till I can’t hear Him say. I belong to a fleet that sails in faith On a glorious one-way trip, We’ll land safe on shore to sail no more— For Jesus pilots my ship.
Psalm 107:29–30 (KJV) “He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still. Then are they glad because they be quiet; so He bringeth them unto their desired haven.”
