Farther off the course,

it seems we are drifting

grab at anything just

to call ourselves back home

This sea is furious



She has lost patience and thus

we will sip now from our early graves

We built the craft and chose

the course farthest from suffering



Sleep now with proud hearts

and with dreams to wake

should we weather this day



Shall we brave against

the unknown obstacles set on our way

or give her up to where the winds may lead?

It seems the easy way



Moments from sinking

monument gray faces

are the weary from the strain

our wills give way to hunger

is the sacrifice too great?



As men do tired minds wander

Can our course now be changed?

My captain, we are taking on water



This ship has run aground

We have risked this shallow channel...

drowning off parting sound



The breath of Christ in me

with every toss of the waves

I've found that there is so much more to this

Comfort still gets in the way

Somehow, at the end of this

with every wind at my sail I'll touch ground

When my comes in..



"If only tired bones were made of wood"

we could say

"we could give up this endless task"



Despite the rising tide

the weather-worn ship

remains steady and upright



Set out in search of greater things

and we nearly lost our way



The breath of Christ in me

with every toss of the waves

I've found that there is so much more to this

Comfort still gets in the way

Somehow, at the end of this

with every wind at my sail I'll touch ground

When my comes in...