I’ll go with the flow
until the currents stop,
and I can finally step
into the land of my lord.

I won’t row with an oar.
I’ll stay in his boat.
He is who guides me through storms;
the commander of life.

Where as I,
I’m but anchor of faith:
a heavy soul attached to a rope.
Through me,
he moors his vessel in the seas
for castaways to board
forever more
and sail until the currents stop
into the land of my lord.

Written by: L.L.

May 5, 2014

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