By: Herman Greek
© January 6 2003
Our love a sacred cargo
Within my hearts ship lies,
Drawn safely to her souls shores
By the lighthouse of her eyes.
Her grace, the wind within my sails,
Keeps me steady on my way
Towards her arms, the port I seek,
Where forever more I'll stay.
Though time a tempest may raise,
Boiling the sea of life,
And timbers creak, grow old and
Weak, bearing this temporal strife,
I will hold no fear, shed not single tear,
With her sheltering love always held near.