The canal is a waterway, wide and sedate
It carries the careful, who are willing to wait
For God's perfect blueprint to keep them afloat
The channel is narrow, but wide is the boat.
It's easy to drift, being stopped by the weed
Confining your rudder, you're scuppered indeed
Aground in the shallows, you learn about faith
Which powers your journey, you're back on the waves.
All of a sudden, you come to a lock
And there it is time for taking stock
You can choose The Lord and go ahead
Or go back where you came, instead.
Up you rise to another plane
On the journey, once again
Gathering strength as you follow the source
Eyes apon the perfect course.
