Storms , Sailboats and God at Sea

swingline

The sail was raked
The mast did groan
The spray would wash
My life's on loan
And when I saw
the black veil raise
I let out a plea
to God in praise
Oh Lord I pray
my sins forgive
I'll live right
if you let me live

  • Author: swingline (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 3rd, 2017 01:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: For those who get caught in a storm at sea in a sailboat .
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 61
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  • Goldfinch60

    Strong write and prayer.

    • swingline

      Thank you Gold finch 60 for reading and your comment (my fist at MPS)

    • Garry

      Enjoyed this one. Good job.

      • swingline

        Thank you Gary for reading and taking time to comment .

      • Lizzy Renee

        Wonderful poem 🙂

        • swingline

          Thank you Lizzy Renee for reading . I'm glad you liked it .

        • BRIAN & ANGELA

          Thanks SL "O GOD please hear us ~ When we cry to Thee ~ For all our big brave Sailors ~ Sailing on the Sea ~ To bring us Citrus Fruit ~ Coffee ~ Cocoa ~ Tea ~ AMEN ! Thanks fo sharing ~ BRIAN ~ Welcome to MPS and thanks for a great first poem ~ B !

        • swingline

          Thank you BRIANSODES ! I'm overwhelmed by your comment .

        • swingline

          "Oh Well" , song by Fleetwood Mac . Goes something like this . "I can't help about the shape I'm in . I can't sing I ain't pretty and my legs are thin . But don't ask me what I think of you . I might not give you the answer that you want me to .
          Now when I talk to God you know he understands . He said stick by me and I'll be your guidin' hand . But don't ask me what I think of you . I might not give the answer that you want me to ."

          • swingline

            I used to live in Panama City , Florida in the mid sixties . I had a small sail boat that was great fun skimming over the waters in the large bays that abounded the area . Sometimes I would get caught in thuder storms a long way from shore . You would go with the wind as tacking into the wind was futile . In a thunderstorm on the water in a sail boat there are only four elements , water , sky , fear and God .



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