The trip of life is often like

A voyage on the sea,

There are balmy days when all is well,

But then it storms on me.

With all the strength that I can find,

I struggle with that storm.

It soon gets very hard to sail,

I’m cold and can’t get warm.

“Please help me now, dear Lord” I pray!

Ah, He is riding in my ship.

I’d forgotten He had come on board,

My mem’ry seems to slip.

He lifts His hand to rescue me,

And the stormy winds obey.

I must see my Lord through the eye of Faith,

He’s never far away!


Jesus Christ is always there.

He’s ever tuned to what I say.

I’ll remember in each prayer,

To claim this promise ev’ry day!

–Chaplain Don, 1999