MASTER SEAMAN

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Like disciples on the sea of ancient Galilee,
My Master on the shore, my hands upon the oar,
I was sure that I could row through any winds that ever blow,
So, with no thought about the tide, I set out for the other side.

But then life’s winds began to blow;
From whence they came I do not know,
Except that they began in me,
Obscuring all that I could see.

The wind of pride became my "Bride";
She broke my every humble bone;
She gently sighed, as she lied,
Saying life’s in what we own.

Just plain greed in every deed
Became my prideful rule, my lead;
It never case to me at all
That pride ‘does go before a fall’.

I would be great - self elevate
If I could man this tossing sea!
Through this desire I’d hesitate
To take the help God offered me.

But tempest tossed when all seemed lost;
The Christ who saves walked on my waves!
He calmed my sea; He set me free;
And let me see who I should he.