The needle of my compass no longer feels
The tug of the north pole upon it as
My ship is driven not by
The winds at this endless sea
Water alone can not quench this
Fire that blazes inside of me as
My ship is sailing home to you
With only stars from your heart to guide me
Hidden upon the waves is a
Canvas of my portrait which is
Painted upon with
The blood that was spilled for me
My ship is my life
With its story being of how
Creation unfolds with
A day coming
A day foretold
Of a Son of man
A Love to be told
A Love not lost at sea