The sunrise that bright April morn
Was not as we had planned,
Our hope that in a few more days
We'd reach our mission land.
Our trip so far was richly blessed
With heavenly joy and peace,
Our vessel, loaded with great plans,
Now headed toward the east.
But thunder broke our sleep that morn
As shells tore through our rooms,
Unfriendly forces crossed our path,
All hope of life seemed doomed.
But God had placed His angel band
Around His saints that day,
His mighty hand was with His flock
As they all knelt to pray.
That night God sent another ship,
They placed us in the hold.
"You're going to a neutral port"
Is all that we were told.
But God, who plans the best for us,
Left nothing there to chance,
He led us through the danger zone
And landed us in France.
And now through passing years we've gone
To serve in distant lands,
All thanks to God who led us down
The path that He had planned.
But soon a bright and glorious morn
Shall burst that eastern sky,
The "friendly forces" of our God
Announce that He is nigh.
Then all the vessels man has made
And all the ships that sail,
With all the weapons they produce
Will be of no avail.
One final voyage then begins
Away from war and strife,
This time our Captain leads the way
To His eternal life.
