voyage

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This prayer moved me so profoundly, I couldn't help but record it here, this precious safe place to log the markers in my journey.
O Lord of the oceans,
My little bark sails on a restless sea, 
Grant that Jesus may sit at the helm amd steer me safely;
Suffer no adverse currents to divert my heavenward course;
Let not my faith be wrecked amid storms and shoals;
Bring me to harbour with flying pennants, 
  hull unbreached, cargo unspoiled.

I ask great things,
 expect great things
 shall receive great things.

 I venture on Thee wholly, fully,
my wind, sunshine, anchor, defense.

The voyage is long, the waves high, the storms pitiless,
 but my helm is held steady,
 Thy Word secures safe passage,
 Thy grace wafts me onward,
 my hope is guaranteed.

This day will bring me nearer home,
Grant me holy consistency in every transaction,
 my peace flowing as a running tide,
 my righteousnessas every chasing wave.
Help me to live circumspectly,
 with skill to convert every care into prayer,

 Halo my path with gentlesness and love,
 smooth every asperity of temper;
 let me not forget how easy it is to occassion grief;
 may I strive to bind up every wound,
 and pour oil on all troubled waters.

 May the world this day be happier and better beacuse I live.

Let my mast before me be the Savior's cross,
 and every oncoming wave the fountain in His side.
Help me, protect me in the moving sea
 until I reach the shore of unceasing praise.

THE VALLEY OF VISION

 Most precious to me...
I venture on Thee wholly, fully,
 my wind, sunshine, anchor, defense.

Jesus. my anchor.

lvb

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