“The World is Thy Ship, and not Thy Home.” (St. Therese)

This world is the ship which we travel,

To the gate of our heavenly home.

The world is a voyage of stormy seas,

Rogue waves cresting with foam.

Heaven’s the home we are made for.

In heaven, there is no fear,

In heaven there is no crying.

The Lord will wipe away all our tears.

If we’re feeling not quite at home here,

A little like we don’t belong,

It helps to remember and know dear,

This world is our ship, not our home.

May we open our eyes to Your truth, Lord;

So much here is vain glory and show.

It’s heaven that we are made for,

And You, Lord, we are made to know.

Wherever we go and we wander,

Wherever it is that we roam,

May our hearts be yearning for heaven,

As we sail towards our heavenly home.