Sacred Cargo

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.