When I your vessel, get tossed about in the viral sea,
When my course has strayed and my bearing unsure
When the clouds have gathered and the waves come rushing in,
When my fears overtake me and I cling to the wheel,
When the sun is shining and pleasant shores abound,
For as in the light, as well the darkness,
I will always and ever still need Thee,
To pilot me..
Copyright © Angel fire | Year Posted 2013
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