Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind

I have a friend in Jesus
Who guides me through the gale
A first mate and a skipper
Who helps me to set sail.

He offers strength and guidance
A helmsman at the wheel
An ever-steady beam of light
A fortress made of steel.

He's the master of the ocean
My refuge and my rock
A harbor that I turn to
My anchor at life's dock.

He's a mighty sailing warrior
A helping hand indeed
A pilot through the churning waves
He meets my every need.

He's the One I always run to
When the waves won't let me be
The lighthouse that I turn to
On a rough and troubled sea.

He's a smoothly sailing vessel
A refuge from the storm
The gentle breeze that sends me to
An island, sweet and warm.

He's a brave and fearless skipper
A shelter from the heat
Water when I'm thirsty
A vessel filled with wheat.

He's a sure and steady sailor
My Captain on life's sea
No matter where I journey
He goes along with me.