A Sailor For The Lord
by Richard John Scarr
(Brighton, East Sussex, England)
Go down to the Sea once more, Old Sailor.
For where else would an Old Jack Tar be?
But riding the waves, and tasting the brine.
Out there on God's Heavenly Seas.
With fair weather assure every voyage.
No storms, and no clouds in the Sky.
And with calm blue waters to sail on.
And ever, bright Stars to steer by
A fine, sturdy ship to sail in.
And revered Old Shipmates to crew.
And an Angel riding the Masthead.
And Land, now long out of view.
What more could an Old Mat lo wish for?
Than to serve as a Tar for the Lord.
So welcome Old Sailor. Now the tide's on the ebb.
And it's an honor to have you aboard!
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