On this vast ocean I lay adrift and erratic, and I am asking you Father to call me home.   Bring me to somewhere that isn't so random, so sporadic, somewhere that is calm, so my soul can finally rest.  I am lost in your ocean's storm, and losing in your life's test.   I am waiting for your sign, your light to guide me from the darkness.   I am trying my very best, but I can't do this on my own, because my body is sick, my eyes are blind, my heart is tired, and my mind is no less, so the open door I cannot find.   Make me your framework's lath or even a simple nailing of some kind.  My life's course knows no barriers to your callings, in fact, it thrives for more, just guide my path and I'll do my best to do thy haulings, and follow in your ways to the core.   I could sometimes feel your sea breeze blowing, cooling me and my soul's burnings, and yet at times and days, I feel so alone and yearning to swim with the sharks that run at bay.  My ocean journey is yet to be done, there is still time and many others to embark.   But I ask how can I when I am just one?  Because deep down I still have faith in my heart that I am walking side by side with the Son, even when it is cold and dark.  As I kneel towards the horizon searching your courts for an answer to my prayers and to where home might be, behold, to the eastern skies I see my mark.  Burning like fire, my question answered, I could see with my eyes, and the direction I must lead.   At first unclear to me but then I realized the two dire letters LP.  My aching is gone, my body cools and I no longer tire because it has always been in my heart's desire.  You've given me the tools and now the word that I require, to leave your endless pools.  So now I leave alone and taking everything I own,  thanks Father, for showing me home.   At last, I'm coming home.