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Those who sail on ships at sea, Whose business is on the seas; Have seen just how it can be; How calm when God hears their pleas. They have seen what God can do, Miracles that He performs; Calming the waves to pursue, From all of the passing storms. God spoke as the storm blows, Making the winds to rise high; A path that only He knows, As the clouds darken the sky. The sailors aboard the ship, Rose on upward towards the sky; As the waves crash down and rip, Apart the boat as they die. Courage fades in disaster, When their faith does not exist; To serve another master, The wrath of God will persist. They reeled and staggered like drunks, Maritime skills were useless; For they even smelled like skunks, No discipline for God to bless. In their distress they cried out, To the Lord for their trouble; Existence of God in doubt, As hope did burst its bubble. The Lord made the storm calm down, As all the waves became still; But the sailors all did drown, With water their lungs did fill. Let them bow before the Lord, As they come before His throne; To answer why they ignored, The living God as their own. C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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