The Refuge (A Sailboat)

Rain may fall,
And wind may blow.
But when we call,
God will show us where to go,

He said to me, “Let’s sail right now,”
I had no life-jacket, not even a coat.
I politely asked Him, “But how?”
He answered, “In this little sailboat.”

I got right in and took the oars,
We went in circles around the bay.
We’d stop at a dock and I’d open a door
But would shut it quickly for it wasn’t the way.

I finally gave up and God raised His sail.
I looked ahead and saw a storm in command.
We trudged and swayed through the vicious gail,
But when I cried, He held my hand.

A ship approached with cannons and guns,
And they tossed down a wretched note.
They said to give up, and that they had won.
For all we had was a little sailboat.

All of a sudden, thunder rolled,
And I heard the scream of death.
For God, Himself had paid the toll,
When He sent His Son to breathe the final breath.

So He had won, and the sun did rise.
This tragedy that I wrote
Was now rewritten before my eyes,
And all He needed was a sailboat.