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J. Brad Chapman

Poem: The Mariners Question


The Mariner’s Question
By  J. Brad Chapman

What’s the gear or rigging that a grand ol’ sailing ship
Would have as the most useful thing aboard?
Ponder now the question, ‘bout the mighty sailing ships
Until the answer’s thoroughly explored.

Would it be the glamorous sail, stretched tightly in the wind?
For without sail there’d be no forward motion –
Or would it be the helm, standing stately on the bridge?
For lacking wheel, she’d roam all o’re the ocean.

Could it be the sheets that link the sailor to the sail
To keep the tell-tails smooth and none a-flutter?
Or would it be the rigid mast that holds the billowed sail?
Or be the ship’s direction-giving rudder?

All these things are important, and they serve their usefulness,
When she’s sailing fast and steady in the groove.
But other circumstances make us see things differently,
And in a way we’ve never known our hearts are moved.

You see, when a sailing ship, in heavy seas and wind
Hits rocky shoal with screech and ghastly thump,
The most important items go from rudder, sheet and sail
And become the meek and lowly ol’ bilge pump.

Sinking men in sinking ships will cry and curse and plead,
To keep them from the bottom of the sea.
But when they finally see beyond the glamour of the sails,
The pump becomes their life, and sweat the fee.

The Savior’s like a bilge pump, for blinded eyes will finally see
That He, too, is the only One that saves.
But we supply the muscle power to work the saving pump,
To show faith in what the Savior freely gave.

So if you hit the rocky shoal, out on the sea of life
And floundering, cry out with fear and rage,
Think not the glamour of the sails, but lowly ol’ bilge pump,
Whose one and only purpose is to save.

So weigh the heavy anchor and with compass set your course,
With sheet in hand, trim true the mighty sail.
Remember, friend:  Sometime, somewhere, we hit the treacherous shoals,
But our Savior’s life was spent to help us bail.

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