Jesus, my Pilot
Beneath the glittering star
I stood transfixed at the bar
Watching the weather weary schooner enter with a quiver
The flood laden foam of the raging wild river
With the tall rigging torn
And the once proud sails worn
Men’s faces were gaunt and haggard as they stood silently watching at the splintered rail
With salt encrusted beards, and drenched to the skin, they had endured more than just a gale
Silent and drear
The men stood there
Hope had faded, but had not gone
Love was dimmed but still held on
Standing at the helm was a man, tall and true
T’was the Pilot I tell you
The Pilot was the man
Who kept his ship off the sand
The crew were scared unto death
Yet they trusted the noble Pilot who guided them with a hand so deft
As I saw the storm tossed ship cross the bar
I thought of our lives when we meet troubles that come from afar
We need our Pilot’s help to guide us through the battles of life
Whether to buy next weeks groceries, or to find a wife
Our Pilot will see we never crash on the rocks of sin
He will see that we win
Only if our trust in Him we share
And to Him we hold dear
My Pilot holds me safe in his everlasting arm
Safe and secure in his great calm
Sinner friend, call the Pilot to the helm whilst you have time… before you meet your end
Written: 7th February 2011
By Adam R. B. Reeve
I stood transfixed at the bar
Watching the weather weary schooner enter with a quiver
The flood laden foam of the raging wild river
With the tall rigging torn
And the once proud sails worn
Men’s faces were gaunt and haggard as they stood silently watching at the splintered rail
With salt encrusted beards, and drenched to the skin, they had endured more than just a gale
Silent and drear
The men stood there
Hope had faded, but had not gone
Love was dimmed but still held on
Standing at the helm was a man, tall and true
T’was the Pilot I tell you
The Pilot was the man
Who kept his ship off the sand
The crew were scared unto death
Yet they trusted the noble Pilot who guided them with a hand so deft
As I saw the storm tossed ship cross the bar
I thought of our lives when we meet troubles that come from afar
We need our Pilot’s help to guide us through the battles of life
Whether to buy next weeks groceries, or to find a wife
Our Pilot will see we never crash on the rocks of sin
He will see that we win
Only if our trust in Him we share
And to Him we hold dear
My Pilot holds me safe in his everlasting arm
Safe and secure in his great calm
Sinner friend, call the Pilot to the helm whilst you have time… before you meet your end
Written: 7th February 2011
By Adam R. B. Reeve