My bark is wafted to the strand
By breath Divine;
And on the helm there rests a hand
Other than mine.
One who has known in storms to sail
I have on board;
Above the raging of the gale
I hear my Lord.
Safe to the land–safe to the land,
The end is this;
And then with Him go hand in hand
Far into bliss.
No life can be complete, however much of beauty it may have in it, which leaves out God. No path can be a safe one, however sheltered it may seem, in which God is not leading us. We never can find our way home unless we are guided from heaven. We should make sure that, whatever other friends we have we have Jesus Christ.
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