GOSPEL SHIP

Lord, let us be on your ship’s prow
In Holy Spirit’s wind,
And daily we’ll renew our vows
As us to world you send.

Upon the Church’s cutting edge,
We catch the Spirit’s breeze
As in the world we drive a wedge
And plant New Eden’s Tree–

That new Tree in the shape of Cross
On hill named Golgotha;
Tree planted in that dung and dross
Is where Maranatha–

Transforms all earth from Hell’s cesspool
To Heaven’s waterfall–
A place were virtue now will rule;
Be baptized, all are called.

We’re called by One baptizes us
With Holy Spirit’s fire;
New life He gives to Eden’s dust,
Will dampen Satan’s ire.

Then all climb on that Gospel Ship,
The Holy Spirit’s Ark.
Off that same ship we never slip;
We’re saved from our grave’s dark.

We sail on into Heaven’s light
To Jesus’ mercy seat;
We bask in glow of Mary’s sight–
Our King and Queen we meet.

We all now see that good Ship’s port
Is place where Father dwells–
By Mary welcomed to His court
With our Emmanuel.