There is a ship sailing on to a harbor,
to a haven of comfort and rest.
It’s a ship of God’s fashion and making,
and its voyage by Him will be blest.
It departed with silence and beauty,
with the Master, Himself, in command.
As with dignity truly majestic,
it sailed out of sight and land.
You have watched it sail onward and outward,
with a tear of regret in your eye,
for a loved one was sailing upon it,
and there’s grief when you’re saying goodbye.
But your tears would be tears of rejoicing,
And your heart would be happy and free,
if you could look for only a moment,
on that ship that is sailing to sea.
Believe in His great and good wisdom.
Trust in Him as you patiently wait.
On His ship God is ever the pilot,
and the one you have loved is the mate.
