the breeze blows through the rigging with no force,
I cannot go to seek my Holy Grail,
so tossed about that I'm without a course.
O God, You man my rudder and my wheel,
I sail astray without a way to steer,
no sure and prudent hand to set my keel,
between the rock of love and pool of fear.
O God, You are my quadrant and my star,
that speeds above to the goal of my trip.
to give me courage here to journey far,
that leads with love the lost soul of my ship.
Lord, stow my doubt as I set out to sea,
so I may steer safe passage clear to Thee.
-- by Pete Voelz 4/09
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