Life’s Sea

Whosoever therefore shall be ashamed of me and of my words in this adulterous and sinful generation; of him also shall the Son of man be ashamed, when he cometh in the glory of his Father with the holy angels. (Mark 8:38)

Out on Life’s seas tattered and torn
Rigging frayed with sails worn
This aging vessel has faced many a gale
Its bound for heaven it fears not hell
With devils in the waters and lightning in the skies
The deceiving sirens advise with subtil cries
Take the helm of this vessel and guide her to shore
Believe not your Captain’s religious lore

But in the Old Logbook not written by me
I read who rules the heavens and calms the seas
He knows these trouble waters and hidden reefs
For he is aquatinted with sorrow and human grief
Yet off to my starboard wreak vessels abound
Smashed on the rocks or run a ground
The names on their hulls in this fog I can read
For they had the wrong captain, they did not heed

There lies self-reformation lying on her side
Once powered by works and fueled with pride
Yonder is Mystery Babylon the whore of the waves
With icons on her rails and a hold full of slaves
This moral vessel of mine has needless fears
Forgetting that the Captain always is near
For the Logbook declares I will never be lost
The fare was paid on Calvary’s cross
My galleries are stocked with mercies and grace
Till I cross the bar to my prepared place
There I’ll see my Captain, my Pilot and Friend
For the earthly voyage is over and the joys never ends

Written by a sea sick passenger Bill West