Master of my vessel,
My Lord and coming King,
My soul cries out for His touch,
And to hear sweet angels sing.
Heís my Light in midst of darkness,
My joy when things go wrong,
And when I am at my lowest point,
He fills my heart with song.
Heís my Comfort when I am weary,
When my tears I canít control,
Heís always there to hold my hand,
Thatís why I love Him so.
When I feel that no one cares,
I go and kneel in prayer,
It's then I feel His Spirit say,
My child I am always near.