The soul of man is like a ship that sails the sea of time.
The storms may come, the winds may blow,
and rock this ship of mine.
But the reason my ship will never sink,
and today it is still afloat,
my compass is his precious word.
Jesus pilots my boat.
I won't sail the stormy seas no more unless Jesus leads the way.
I won't ever drift so far from the shore,
can't hear what he has to say.
I belong to a fleet that sails to pay on a glorious one-way trip.
We'll land safely on shore,
sail no more, for Jesus pilots my ship.
My soul pulled into life's safety's port,
my stern was torn apart.
The bow of the
vessel was so badly crushed,
sin's waters flooded my heart.
I had sailed so long,
all I sang away,
with my cargo of fear and despair.
Then I called on his name, and he was
dead to blame, and he pilots my ship everywhere.
I won't sail the stormy seas no more
unless Jesus leads the way.
I won't ever drift so far from the shore,
can't hear what he has to say.
I belong to a fleet that sails to pay on a glorious one-way trip.
We'll land safely on shore,
sail no more,
for Jesus pilots my ship.
I won't sail the stormy seas no more unless Jesus leads the way.
I won't ever drift so far from the shore,
can't hear what he has to say.
I belong to a fleet that sails to pay on a glorious one-way trip.
We'll land safely on shore,
sail no more,
for Jesus pilots my ship.