Song Of The Pilgrim

            Song of the Pilgrim                 6 27 99

I want to go sailing.
The deep calls
And my heart is already full in the wind,
My thoughts are all traveling the rigging,
My spirit rising like the sun over the sea.

Noah sailed at the mercy of the storm
No canvass, no mast, no rudder
No anchor
Just trust in The One who broke up the wells of the deep
And burst open the floodgates of heaven.
Noah floated high atop the full weight of earth’s baptism

I want to put in to port
The deep is merely passage
And my heart will not rest in the wind
My thoughts fly to their haven
My spirit rising like the incense of warm hay in the fields

Noah ran aground atop a high mountain
No oar, no dinghy, no map
No compass
Just trust in The One who buried the blood of the past
And washed away the stains
Noah’s door opened on Ararat
The foot met the soil
The hoof met the sod

The sea, it is deep
It is deep as blood
And the heart is like a little wooden boat

I shall trust in God and his chart
And the inevitability of his purpose in me
Yet were I lost in the deep, no oar, neither dinghy nor map
Yet his hand graphs my path
And as I watch helpless at the porthole
He charts the splendor of my homecoming