Rip the surface of my soul free
Calm writhing waves of discontent
Fill the listless heart with psyche
Divine art, lend hand to intent
Let brawn and brain arise in man
Oh Lord, let fair cities bloom
beneath the sea and sand
give all beauteous room.
Sacrifice the sword for honor.
show truth has a beauty its own.
Let right be taught by mothers
in embryonic sea light’s born.
Magnify the mystery formed
with purest intend adorn
for all of nature is
encompassed in Your form.
Let your Consciousness encompass
and polish the coarser form bright
for though the sole scale must swing
a less dramatic sweep seems right.
Bring us closer to bliss, blessing
each tiny bit of star dust light
for universe’s dwell
in Your abundant might.
Though I sail this wretched sea of life
I do not sail alone
A higher force keeps guiding me
To lead me safely home
Though my sails are torn and battered
I travel on my quest
This sea of life keeps tossing me
But still, I do my best
While drifting through this endless sea
I keep looking for the light
My journey has almost ended now
To a land with no more night
While tired and weary, I carry on
I dare not turn away
I can almost see the lighthouse
I can not go astray
Lead me home, dear light I pray
This ship can sail no more
I cast anchor in the harbor of life
Upon that golden shore
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