The open Sea around in every direction. Trying to find a dry safe land. Out of food little water left. Can I survive till I get to that place. I see a dove on the bow on this vessel. Its got to be close I can feel it. I cant see it but its there. Come wind, come and blow. I have the sails I have had for years. Torn though they may be. Whats left can it bring me safely home. I have mended it with every stitch. Sewed with ever tear that flowed. There is only one that can fix. So I fall hard on my knees. I ask that one for the striength. Now I just have to wait. His answer for my sake.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 04:16:24 +0000