First Mate's Log

The blinders are lifted. I see through the haze.

I wander no longer. This life is no maze.

I see the direction. I now know my path.

My way is determined. I’ve no need to ask.

I’m growing and changing. A girl I’ll not be.

From now on I’m waiting. I want Him to lead.

I stumbled and wandered. Direction did not stay.

I was lost in the journey. I’d forgotten the Way.

The voyage my treasure, the vessels were my prize.

I’ve forgotten the Star Maps. I did not watch the skies.

The North Star shone brightly. The path was still clear.

I chose not to follow. I chose not to hear.

I wandered in darkness, in shadows I played.

Forever He was calling. My journey I delayed.

Now I see clearly. Now I see true.

The fog is now lifted. The sky is now blue.

The lighthouse is silent. The glow is still there.

Now the weather is clearing. Now the seas here are fair.

A new storm is brewing, in the distance it rages.

Something is coming. My fear fills these pages.

His hand now must guide us. His ship will be strong.

His Orders will calm us. We’ll not fear for long.

In Him I am trusting. Land Ho! Soon will sound.

We’ll soon be ashore, on His solid Ground.