Only You can make my life a beautiful thing.
Only You can make my journey have the right destination.
You shall keep me safe.
You shall guide me through paths littered with sharp cutting stones. My feet will not bleed, although my heart maybe broken by stones I choose to hold in my hand.
Only You can understand this searching and restless soul. Communion with You is our common goal.
It has been ten long years that my ship has been afloat in turbulent waters amidst a sea consumed by fear, rage, confusion and delusion.
It has been an eternity of chaos and a nightmare of self-destruction.
This ship without an anchor.
This life without a rudder.
This soul without a home.
The captain cursed at the world and at himself for his unfortunate luck, quick to pass the buck onto You, the weather or sometimes even fate.
In his heart, he knew he was a liar, that his ship was mean’t to be a great ship, but that he had made it into a pitiful raft in a raging sea.
His senses had been dulled by his own self-seeking. His soul was reeking with the stench of self-deception.
He came to rest at the gate of great decision. Having been lost and tossed and bumped and bruised with indifferent terror, he amused himself in pondering—
Perhaps You could set me on an even keel? You can give this life of mine a strong and true rudder and sails to hold the mighty winds!
He had finally made his decision, however without much precision. He would give his ship to You, the Master Ship Builder, who would forever be his compass and his North Star, shinning down guidance, comfort and hope.
This man had finally reached the end of his rope. It was time to head for home and leave the sailing in the hands of the Great Friend. In confidence, strength and gratitude, with emerging truth and humility, his soul was now at liberty to become the beautiful thing that God designed it to be.