The scribe once scrub
Shall toil again with what's become
The task at hand like His hands nailed
Is but to serve, to Heaven sail
A crew this day to man this ship
To stand ground and not to slip
As this vessel will soon leave port
To ports unknown of mindsets sort
The waves of sea shall crash this day
Along with winds that too will play
Their parts to test refine the souls
That board this day, as Christ takes hold
Faith becomes our compass held
In hand, in heart of how we fell
To knees before the Lord who navigates
The course before arrives too late
Strength to steer clear of the shore
Of sin that tears a soul and gores
As if hunger has no limits
To feed upon in Hells abyss
Make land fall to rise again
Rise above as blessed God sends
His ship of hope to claim each soul
Before end nears and takes its toll
Hard to port of last resort
Man the sails fire report
So all who see will come to board
To bare in hand Salvation's sword
And so journey will come to pass
Making first those once thought last
For hearts that run pure on desire
Will come to know such Heavens Fire
