Sail By God's Compass And Map

A poem about a wayward nation facing an ogre of a storm

There once was a nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship

It's mast were like redwood trees lined up in a forest

They bore the stainless white sails of opportunity to catch the winds of adventure and prosperity 

This nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship

had a proud history but it wasn't always full of smooth sailing

They had met many different faces of the storms that occur in this fallen  world

They had battled their way through many storm by their faith in their Creator

He  through his holy Spirit  He gave them the strength  of nerves of steel

He place a burning will to fight to over come their foes in them that no winds of a hurricane could blow out

He gave them a lantern of opportunism that no doubt could swallow up with it's darkness 

They rowed their ores against the waves of civil wars that tried to saw their ship into two halves

They fault against  pirates who tried to commandeer ships from other lands

to plunder their booty and subjugate their crews under tyrannical rule

 

There came a time this nation that was like a  beautiful tall sailing ship

became prideful and place their faith in their successful adventure they had and in the booty they had acquired

They decided to mutiny against the Creator

In their deluded mines they tied Him up and abandoned Him on an uncharted island

The nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship hoisted their sail of opportunity

to catch the winds of adventure and prosperity 

when they were on their way

they took the tools that the Creator gave them to safely navigate the oceans

and threw them overboard

They decided to seek a new destiny by exploring uncharted waters

They were met by a hideous fierce ogre of a storm that open it's mouth and swallow them whole like they were a small piece of bread

The once strong like red wood trees masts had become dry rotted by the spirit of un- thankfulness  and were easy for the storm to snatch them away along with their

 sails

the storm toss the ship from one wave to another like a clown juggles balls at a circus 

The spirit of courage melted inside them and they coward in a corner  

For they no long had the Holy Spirit with them to give them nerves of steel

To ignite flames of a fighting spirit in them

To give them a lantern to shine a guiding light of optimism when they were lost in the darkness of hopelessness

The crew of the nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship

Could have use their ores to row toward safe waters 

But they didn't have the compass of the Holy Spirit to morally guide them in the right direction to the safe waters

They no long had the map the creator had given them so they could find out where they were in relationship to the boundaries of the safe and treacherous waters.

The crew of the nation that was like a beautiful tail sailing ship

Could save them self and what was left of their ship if they would untie The Creator  and retrieve Him from the uncharted Island they had abandoned Him on in their deluded minds

To Swallow their pride and humbly call out to Him to rescue them from the cure hands of the storm

To confess and repent from their muteness ways

To ask the Creator to restore their ship and to enable them to sail  their ship once again under His banner 

 By using the compass and map He has equipped them with to safely navigate the ocean of the world 

Written by Stephen J.Vattimo

August 10,2015