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Post by Aldrin, Gotei 13 Initiate on Jan 9, 2009 20:56:36 GMT -6
The Ship - by Aldrin Muya
The little ship set sail from port,
Its sails in the wind obey,
For the gales and gusts that blew them aloft,
Had led it out of the bay.
The sea tossed the ship in violent whims,
The crew held on so tight,
For torrential rains and waves had crashed upon,
The wooden vessel that very night.
Morning broke and the crew emerged,
From below the deck with awe,
The sails were torn and vessel maimed,
The smell of salt was fresh and raw.
The crew knelt down and spoke a prayer,
Their lives spared was a victory won,
For they knew that they could lay everything down,
On Jesus Christ, God's only Son.
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