The Ship of Life
Pilotless in youth was my life's ship
And she went sailing on the ocean main
Now I've a pilot who's without a ship
Both of us ache to set to sea again.
The ship's decayed, can just be dragged along
Even to a river she dares not draw near
By waves afrighted, and by winds made anxious
She dwells, being weak, within a world of fear.
She's broken spars, she's a thin, empty shell
Crumpled by Time's hand, by wind and weather
And so decrepit, only a thin thread
Of hope can hold her shattered frame together.
She fears lest water's touch should break her up
Only on Judgment Day to be restored
This pilot cannot any longer save her
Her pilot at the last must be her Lord.
And she went sailing on the ocean main
Now I've a pilot who's without a ship
Both of us ache to set to sea again.
The ship's decayed, can just be dragged along
Even to a river she dares not draw near
By waves afrighted, and by winds made anxious
She dwells, being weak, within a world of fear.
She's broken spars, she's a thin, empty shell
Crumpled by Time's hand, by wind and weather
And so decrepit, only a thin thread
Of hope can hold her shattered frame together.
She fears lest water's touch should break her up
Only on Judgment Day to be restored
This pilot cannot any longer save her
Her pilot at the last must be her Lord.
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