Who’s Your Pilot?

If your mooring lines fail tonight
And your ship drifts into the light
Then try really hard to keep it there
Don’t just sit in the captain’s chair

Get off your ass and guide it through
The narrow straits that you’ve come to
Don’t let it crash into the rocks
You’ll wish it stayed back at the dock

You thought that it was safer there
But from that place you could not share
You have to think inside the box
Its not a clever paradox?
Jesus drives you when you walk