The boats are bobbing nicely,
Their trips are all complete
The harbour berth’s are so inviting
Sail’s tied securely, off to sleep.
So their cargo goes exploring
Searching for, they know not what
Every town becomes a little boring
Every bargain already bought
Expensive owls for holding earrings
Tartan bags that cost the earth
Stifling yawns, the wise are weary
buying gifts four times their worth.
Are our loved ones really waiting,
For a wolf that tells the time?
Can a souvenir ever say things?
Is the present yours or mine?
This place is great, not the problem
Full of colour, crafts and light
Its just this reality is dawning
That i need to make things right
I can see you in the water,
In the hills and glens of old,
I can watch you in the potter
Or listen as your story is re-told
Ive been hiding from your voice
Even sailed the seven seas
Seems I blow my every choice
Are you sure youre wanting me?
Could the wind be blowing comfort
Can the stars direct their glow
Are the clouds celestial arrows
Giving hope a place to go
If you see me God, say hello
Please forget my stupid lies
I kow I said never, no and no
But I guess i’d like to try
No commitment, not quite ready
Just a smile, or outstretched hand
Like a sailor holding steady
Till we reach the promised land.
So forget my clumsy dancing
Round the shores of life and time
I want promises and assurance
That I’m yours and you are mine
So my boat is bobbing nicely
Perhaps it’s trip is now complete
Heavens berths are so inviting
Sacred waters running deep
I will still be buying presents
Still seeking out the nicest parts
But im changed beyond all measure
With Jesus anchoring my heart.
By Lorna Farrell