Oh, Lord, Iím sick and tired
and old and my strength is going too,
But ere I leave this earthly shell,
Iíd like one thing from You.
You know I sailed the seven seas for
thirty years or so,
And Iíd like to make one more patrol
before I have to go.
Iíd like to walk the main deck of a
Navy fightiní ship,
And feel the salt spray on me as the
bow begins to dip
Beneath the wave of stormy seas, oh,
Lord, You caused to be
A peril to seafaring men who go down
in ships to sea.
Lord, I want to hear the throb of diesels
one more time
And take my turn at standiní watch
and cleaniní out the slime
From the bilges, as a punishment for
failiní to obey
The Captainís standiní orders that
were posted for the day.
And, Lord, Iíd like to hear the bosunís
whistle once again
As he calls the crew to breakfast,
or in the evening when
Itís time for evening movies and the
starboard watch is set
And the port side knows by heart the
movie that theyíll get!
Iíd like to stand on topside and watch
the moon upon the sea,
And wonder at the beauty, and how all
things came to be,
The morning comes, the sun breaks through,
another awesome sight,
To see the shimmer on the waves, like
Your Eternal Light.
So when my cruise is over and I soar
to heights unknown,
And I kneel before You, Lord, as You
sit on Judgementís Throne,
As You contemplate some small reward
that you think applies to me,
Just assign me to Your fastest ship
on Your Eternal Sea.
March 12, 1998