A Sailor's Prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
Grant no other sailor take my shoes and socks before I wake.
Lord, grant me in my slumber,
And keep my hammock on its number.
May no clews or lashings break, and let me down before I wake.
Keep me safely in thy sight, and grant no fire drill tonight,
And in the morning let me wake breathing scents of sirloin steak.
God protect me in my dreams and make this better than it seems.
Grant that time may swiftly fly, when I myself shall rest on high.
In a snowy feather bed, where I long to rest my head,
Far away from all these scenes from the smell of half tone beans.
Take me back into the land
Where they don't scrub down with sand,
Where no demon typhoon blows; where women wash the clothes.
God thou knowest all my woes, feed me in my dying throes.
Take me back, I promise then, never to leave home again.
For one last trip from port I'll ship,
But next time back I'm swearing
I'll settle down in my hometown, no more I'll go seafaring.
So when my cruise is over and I soar to heights unknown
And I kneel before you, Lord, as you sit on Judgment's Throne.
As you contemplate some small reward
That you think applies to me,
Just assign me to Your fastest ship on Your Eternal Sea.

~Author Unknown~