I choose the voyage prepared
The course set in the presence of my enemies
Yes, I choose the Master’s craft
The course set in the presence of my enemies
Yes, I choose the Master’s craft
I’ve no need to walk on waves
I wade through shallows, swing my foot over the rail
Living water drips from toes
I say come, Holy Spirit
Fill the sails and head for the deep—let’s start fishing
There are many mouths to feed