I'm a ship alive with voice
Adrift on the oceans of time
Sailing through a storm of choice
On waves of verse that need no rhyme.
Never far from harbor or shore
Driven by passionate gales
I have only words for oars
And, only faith for sails.
My manifest is etched on scrolls
My cargo sealed by blood rites
I'm searching the seas for lost souls
Shipwrecked from storms in the night.
I bring relief to those in need
And precious hope to the dying
I search for starving souls to feed
Bringing life and joy undying.
I cure the sick and brokenhearted
While saving lives for King and crown
I'm the greatest ship ever recorded
I am the holy word of God,
Timothy I. Brumley