Where to my dear, now your sailing?

You seem all weak of past failing.

Somehow I grasp your soul’s feeling

One that, in depth, longs for healing.

On that ev’ning, when you were hurt,

And you chose to open your heart,

Well, that day our friendship did start.

Can I say now, we both won’t part?

In ways unknown, your boat might drift,

But be certain, you’ll have no rift

Coz we’ll offer your life as draft.

To our dear Lord, for Him to craft.

When you’re taken to His workshop,

He will instill, in you, new hope,

Causing new turn in your life-map

Yet not letting you off His lap.