And so He brings them to desired havens,
And so, to havens of
the heart’s desire.
The favouring breezes waiting ever onward,
The serried waves
before the prow retire.
The promontory beacon in the distance
Draws
nearer, burning as an altar fire.
They that go down unto the sea in ships
Witness His wonders in
the stormy deep
When winds lift up their craft on towering waves
Or lower between
mountainous billows steep,
In their distress they cry unto the Lord
And quiet dawns as silently
as sleep.
The storm becomes a placid peaceful calm,
The waves are
tranquil, mirroring, and still.
Their hearts are glad for quiet. And serene
Desires of the haven
hearts fulfil.
The harbour seems to race to meet their ship,
Runs
quickly to them how the haven’s hill.
And I am come to harbour long envisioned,
And unto dreams that
burn with silver fire.
You are the tranquil calm where I would anchor,
Your love the weary
voyage did inspire.
You are the port to which my sails are set,
You are the haven of
my heart’s desire.
–CHARLES GRANVILLE
Missisipi