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Written 2 February 2025

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A Plea to the Lord

*“As o`ver the stormy sea of human Life We sail, until our anchor`d spirits rest in the far haven of Eternity.” Robert Montgomery.”
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                                             A Plea to the Lord

                                  Shuddering with ripples of fear
                                   On the sea, my sailboat I steer
                                 In the grim darkness of the night,
                                 O Lord, do shed on me your light;

                                  Trapped in a squally, stormy sea*
                                       All I seek is but a safe lea
                                    To anchor my ship within sight,
                                 O Lord, do shed on me your light;

                               Gripped I am with streams of despair
                                     With not a folk at me to care
                                      Not a soul to abet my fright,
                                 O Lord, do shed on me your light;

                             My boat is rocked by the rough waves,
                                To reach the port, I need be brave,
                             None but the Lord can eye my plight,
                                 O Lord, do shed on me your light;

                             The wild winds have worn out my sails,
                                       Life for me is of no avail,
                                   My broken oars carry no might,
                                  O Lord, do shed on me your light;

                                   What lies beyond the stormy sea
                                      I can neither decrypt, nor see
                                     I pray that my path He ignites,
                                 O Lord, do shed on me your light;

                                    Every stormy sea has a shore,
                                   I pray that He steers me ashore
                             And goads me to the path that`s right,
                                 O Lord, do shed on me your light;

                                     To Him I make a humble plea
                                   From this trauma to set me free,
                                      My faith in Him is ever bright,
                                 O Lord, do shed on me your light.
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