Lord, help me on this sea of life
Toward that Eternal City,
To not pass up the wayside ports-
Compassion, Love, and Pity.
Oh, let me not be so absorbed
In making a safe landing
For my small barque I'll mist the port
Of Human Understanding.
Oh, let me not be so engrossed
In reaching that blest goal,
I'll fail to hear the faint, far cry
Of some lost, sinking soul.
Oh, let me not forget, dear Lord
That I was once lost too,
And someone took the time to point
Me lovingly to You.
Life's sea is rough, the night is dark
For little ships that roam.
Please let me be a lifeline, Lord,
To lead them safely home.
--Alice Hansche Mortenson
