A Schooner's Sails

The wings of my soul
are my schooner's sails,
With the billows that roll
and the bellows that blow

God's in his earth
when the mighty storm shrieks
When the mainmast, she creaks
As the old ship, she leaks

Oh but my schooner sails
serenely through gales
though the wise man, he bails,
the sleek ship never fails.

Canvas is spread
into a sunset so red,
A delight, old wives said
Now rest your head...