The Ship Called Resurrection

Ominous the seas of life that ravenously roll,

Fragile is the vessel, vulnerable the soul.

Treacherous the waters that ceaselessly will storm,

Feeble is the captain, hopelessly forlorn.

Menacing the squalls that breach our meager hull,

Empty are the voices, yet the echoes seem so full.

Pressing is the darkness that heavily surrounds,

Daunting is the chaos that rampantly abounds.

Eager is the soul to conquer every wave,

But this demands a stouted heart, adamant and brave.

Promising the man that needs no compass for direction,

Hopeful is the sailor that believes in Resurrection.

Luminous the voyage that returns us to the shore,

Glorious the grace; glory, glory evermore.

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