Jesus, Savior, Pilot me,
Over life's tempestuous seas.
Unknown waves before me roll,
Hiding rock and treacherous shoal,
Chart and Compass come from Thee,
Jesus, Savior, Pilot me.
As a mother stills her child,
You can calm the oceans wild,
Boisterous waves obey Thy will,
when You say to them, "Be Still!"
Wondrous Sovereign of the sea,
Jesus, Savior, Pilot me.
When at last I near the shore,
And the fearful breakers roar,
Grant me long and peaceful rest,
Then while leaning on your chest,
May I hear You say to Me,
"Fear not, I will pilot thee."
Oh Christ, I know that Your thoughts and your plans are so very high above my own. Lord, I confess that I like my feeble human plans. They feel right to me and they are my desire and often my hope. But oh Lord, how foolish I am if I trust in my own plans over You. Lord, You are holy and right. Father, You alone are the designer and creator. I know that I am merely the workmanship, created to praise and to learn of this love, but never intended to be in control. Father God, teach me again to seek You, to love Your face more than any of these earthly ideas. Lord, make my quest to be simple to know You rather than to serve You in the ways that I design. Father God, I do desire to love You more, so make me Your servant that You would send me out wherever You desire. Lord, if I truly only want more of You, it should not matter whether your plan is for Seattle or Columbia, Africa or the East Coast. Make my love for You my only hope and passion, no matter where I am or what is happening. Only more of Christ. Open my eyes, Lord, I can't see enough.
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