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