True North
Set sail to a foreign land
over oceans guided by your mighty hand
Follow the sun to where it sets
chased by the moon, no time to rest
Opened the compass on the map of life
direction wanted in the atlantic night
I see the stars they shine so very bright
even through the storm, though not in sight
Through the ocean dark and sometimes so blue
keep my eye on the price set by you
In the storm I’ll sail on forth
till I find my way to your true north
G. Koevert
