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 channeldrowning 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