Just One Degree
By Capt J. Brad
Chapman
Here’s a li’l
scenario I’d like to offer you:
In it you’re the captain
of a ship built strong and true
And you’ll be in
command of the course and of the crew
But first let me
share a navigational point with you.
If on your voyage
you set a course, but you’re off just one degree
Will you make the
port of call across the deep blue sea?
Or will you find a
lonely place on some far distant shore,
And realize a
small mistake is at your problem’s core?
Just one degree in
three-sixty doesn’t seem an awful lot,
Unless you want to
end your voyage at some pre-arranged spot.
You see my friend,
just one degree, when crossing oceans wide,
Could make you a
poor lost soul, or a triumphant guide.
And yes, there is
a price we pay when we are not precise,
It makes our
choice of life’s success like the rolling of the dice.
And sloppiness in
thought and deed might not seem so awfully wrong,
Unless you want to
end life’s voyage spiritually sound and strong.
In the book of
Alma, fifty-seven, twenty-one:
We read about
Helaman and two thousand of his sons.
Now they survived
the battle ‘cause of what their Mothers taught,
They didn’t doubt
and they obeyed the orders that they got.
And when the war
was over all two thousand were alive.
They followed with
exactness, not one single warrior died.
You see my friend,
just one degree, when crossing oceans wide,
Could make you a
poor lost soul, or a triumphant guide.
So here friend,
take the wheel, set the course, it’s up to you.
But realize before
you start what one-degree can do.
Will you, with
exactness, be obedient and true?
And steer the
straight and narrow course, until your voyage is through?
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