Repentance

Restrain the tug, hold back the pull
You need not go that way.
The dashing wind blows hot and cool,
Let down your sail.

When lonesome grey waves beat your stern
Calling you, "Respond, and turn!"
Your heart may long to care, kiss
And hold - Resist this dare!

The sun ahead beckons you steer
And sail away from rainy seas,
Close your eyes, drop your anchor,
Kneel in the wash of repentance.