I Am the Sailor

I drift upon these seas alone
Wishing for guidance and longing for home
My ship is weathered, my hands do bleed
From clenching the wheel, and I can barely see
Through the storm all around, I soon contemplate
If I’ll be received at those tall golden gates
Will God ever forgive the sons and the daughters
Who couldn’t take the storm and jumped into the water?

I am a sailor
No less average than most
Though should I feel like a failure
For never finding the coast?

Is this rain or tears that fall down my face?
Have I been forsaken by the might of God’s grace?
Seas thrashing, waves crashing, and I am afraid
That I’m losing myself even more everyday
The water looks inviting, and what it’s inciting
Is a catastrophic feeling that I’m constantly fighting
Up and then over, down and then back
Like the crest of a wave, I disappear into the black.

I am the sailor
With not much to boast
I still feel like a failure
For never finding the coast