He’s the Master of my vessel,
My Lord and coming King,
My soul cries out for His touch,
And to hear sweet angels sing.

He’s 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.

He’s my Comfort when I am weary,
When my tears I can’t control,
He’s always there to hold my hand,
That’s 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.

©Ann Hart
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