Poem: The Least Of These

The Least Of These

By J. Brad Chapman

   Yea, cry unto him for mercy; for he is mighty to save.

Alma 34:18  

A ship arrived in port one day, through stormy seas, and gale.

Some say the safe return was due, to skills at helm and sail.

They say the captain, brave and true, steered safely through the waves.

And kept them all, from drowning deaths, and lonesome, watery graves.

Three cheers they called, lets lift him high, and carry him down the plank.

And show him heart-felt gratitude, in honor of his rank.

But the Captain waved their praises off, with head bowed to the ground.

He asked if they would lend an ear, curious they gathered round.

You see, my crew, it is quite true, I skipper you good men.

But I do not control the waves, or direct the savage wind.

It’s He, the master mariner, who kept us from the grave.

And held us in his hallowed hand, yes He’s ‘’mighty to save".  Alma 34:18

And as your Captain, whom you hold, in highest of esteem,

I must confess, amid redress, I’m not quite what I seem.

You see, I am ashamed to say, for sometime I was lost,

and drifted on the sea of life, alone, and tempest-tossed.

But after all sad wanderings, I’m finally at ease.

Because a friend showed me the way, I was His  “least of these.”  Matthew 25:40

He cradled me in kindness and, shared with me His love,

He guided me, o’er treacherous sea, and blessed me from above.

And now my eyes are opened wide, and yes I see His light.

No more to be a blinded guide, I look towards heavens height.  Matthew 15:14

It wasn’t me who brought us through, but our Almighty Lord!

So honor Him who gives us breath, it’s Him to look toward.  Mosiah 2:21

So trust in Him, out on the deep, as you sail the briny breeze.

And praise Him who’s “mighty to save”, and serve His  “least of these.”