The crew seems to have staged a mutiny –
nothing much now requires my scrutiny,
my ship bound for I know not where.
I can’t rouse myself enough to care
so long as I have You in my sights
like the sky of stars above the harbor lights.
O Captain, time to yield my command.
Steer the course, steady my hand.
By Your timetable we’re now begone
as we sail into the limitless beyond
which seems familiar more and more
the farther we move away from shore.
O child of God, if only you could know and feel
the reinless freedom of letting go the wheel.
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