Ode To My Pilot

Like a maven sailor,
You set my naive ship to sail
In the husky stormy sea,
With husky fiery wind.

You prod my ship to sail,
Irrespective of the dreadful storm,
That ravages my naivy ship,
In a thally delinquency.

Oh!, Pilot where is my stand?
Why do I sail?
Where do my ship go?
Why am I on the sea?

No smoke exists without fire,
And so I can't be,
Without you my pilot,
On the wide open shore.

Direct my sheep pilot,
For I know not,
But thou knoweth all,
Oh!, Omniscient pilot.

Oh!, My omnipotent pilot,
I hope to see your face,
When I cross the bar,
Over to your shore.