On the Deck of a Spanish Sailing Ship, 1492 Ty Taylor

[MAN 1]
Lord, we take this journey
To find a promised land
Lord, we take this journey
To find a promised land
And we believe in your power
We believe in your power
We believe in your power-
But the end is so close
So close at hand...

Lord, these men are hungry-
There just hasn't been enough
And the journey's been so rough
And, Lord, these men are hurting
They implore me to go back
As the planks beneath them crack
And I know it's my responsibility
But I'm starving, too-
And I hurt, I do
And I'm lost...
I believe in my responsibility
But I need to see if the fruits will be worth the cost-

So I'm begging You, Lord
You gotta stop! Take a look
At your children who believe in this promised land
Have mercy, Lord!
Stop their suffering and their woe-
Whoa, whoa!
Stop! Shine your light on these children
Who have faith in your guiding hand
I'm just begging, Lord
‘Cause there's no place else to go!
I am unworthy, Lord!