Sailing Home – the Story

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


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