~ Sweet Compass ~

Oh Sweet Compass of my soul, please guide me through this night,
The silence is so silent and hope now is not so bright.
Footsteps seem to echo like thunder in the halls,
And years of golden laughter to my spirit calls.

Oh Sweet Compass of my soul, I'm lost on Tempest's shore,
My dreams have ebbed and died, drowned by the ocean's roar.
I feel so tossed and tattered, bruised on every side,
'Til nothing left now matters, much less my fading pride.

Oh Sweet Compass of my soul, my spirit pleads and sighs,
Please come and guide my poor lost soul to your paradise.
Laments are wailed end on end, pure guidance clearly sought,
Come and save this poor lost soul, O please, forget-me-not!


Sharon Frye
© 2003 used with permission
Heroes of the Heart