The Pilot of My Soul
Copyright 2015 Mollie McKibbon
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My craft is very small, my Lord,
Lying safe within its cove,
But soon I must put out to sea
Where all the strong winds blow.
The waves out there are tall and cold;
My bark may be o’er-swept,
But if You are my Pilot, Lord,
My soul will be well-kept.
2) My life is very frail, my Lord,
Though I am safe at home,
But I must leave this cosy nest
For places more forlorn.
Beyond my doors are evil snares,
Temptations and fool’s gold,
But if You guide me all my days
My footsteps will be bold.
3) To step beyond my threshold, Lord,
I will not fear my ways,
For You I trust to guide my steps
And safeguard all my days.
If I head out in stormy seas
To shores far from this cove,
I give to You the captaincy,
To pilot home my soul.