Beyond this space called here and now where hopes are often lost;
across the seething sea of time where dreams are tempest tossed,
there lies a haven well desired to gain at any cost;
to lie at anchor there will be worth all the waters crossed.
The port is gained by following a narrow path, we know.
Many ships have run aground on reefs of sin and woe.
Sound the waves and fathom out the deeps that lie below,
and guide your ship to safety, watching ever for the foe.
In that haven time will cease; the sea shall be as glass,
and all the evils known to man will in the depths be cast.
No parting and no weeping, heartaches, too, will pass
for joy will reign on every ship whose tow line is made fast.
Put forth all effort, then, to reach that harbor through the foam;
cease seeking for the pleasure isles that call the soul to roam.
Mark the charts with vision clear by heaven's starry dome;
make Christ your helmsman; through thickest fog He made that harbor home.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
Wave a sea softened
and a pain and a tenderness
throw dreams in fascination
of the blue.
And let shave the waves of
Your eternity , oh, weigh
oh,weigh a coast of years.
Carry far in azure, spiral
with bulging little abdomens,
flutter with mahagony pinions
and already in vain expect you
to stop the scales harbours
with hot flames for You are
Far away, far away ,far away,
heart and frank await the
hymn of June.
All sea sisters are dressed in
embroidered of kiss of
In the morning hunts them
fishermen and revive with
breath of their man’s hands.
In the evening girls wash
their black tunics,
in their blue hearts,
their feet white ,who cadge
The night is squeezed enigma
predatory like a bat pecking
of scarlet fig.
Sea sisters, sea sisters,
remember His steps
which go through you noiselessly,
and ou swing like
hold in His fingers Herod,
Pilate washes his hands,
in Yours heirs
and they bristled like winter
icicles bristles of innoncent blood .
There at Golgotha
hearing terrible cry,
blood gushes like
wounded river disappear
like Easter roses,
in weeds of flushed
to open way of
Who is He?
Do you heard
His name ?
He is Messiah,
Like little sheeps,
clouds of candy floss,
they welcome festivaly.
Barefooted are feet
of lovely swarthy steps
of the sun, came to bow,
before You , Creator.
The sea throws his
magnificent silver flesh,
blue like heavently lace,
to swallow all stars
pretty like uncreated
like an apple of not
Copyright © Nina Mindova | Year Posted 2012
Within the bounds of heaven is a mighty sea.
It has no boundaries.
It goes on for infinity.
Its crystalline surface is like a million tiny mirrors looking back at me.
Enraptured by this fairy tale like body of water and its properties.
Its chemistry cannot be cataloged.
Its elements are unforeseen anywhere else in the entire galaxy.
It is a pure and holy extension of the waters of the throne room of Jehovah.
Its gates are opened every once in a million years to cleanse the earth.
The waves of this sea brings a calm to me.
Like the mighty rushing waters in the heart of my King!
Cascading currents of peace.
Peace and calm.
Calm and peace.
Rhythmic waves that dance and carry healing to all those who seek it through the King.
Come to the waters of Mighty Jehovah.
Come to the waters and splash and sing!
Sing praises to the King of the Universe!
To the King of Everything!
Come and Sing at the edge of the Crystal sea!
Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2015
petrel skims surface
of the waves of this grey sea:
named after Peter
who was by a bluer sea
except on that day of storm
Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015
Alone on an island far and free,
Life survives amid the sea.
Neither wind nor swirling sand can tempt,
Life from its heavenly tent.
No life is safer no joy more complete
Than be from beneath the tempter’s feet.
Hunger and thirst entice the soul
Within the flesh they quickly grow.
The scourging wind, and blistering sun
Rake the skin and sear the tongue.
Death’s hovering flight prowls the day
And chill of night.
As steps become weaker
And drag in the sand,
Whispers of hope lend forth a hand;
“Where dwells salvation swells from a Spring;
Therein is safety and pastures of green.”
Copyright © Jonathan Bellmann | Year Posted 2012
What a wonderful day to be on the sea...
It's just the lord and m.
The clouds are fluffy and the wind is brisk...
But with the Lord by side there is no risk.
My Bible is open and my heart is too...
And it always amazes me how God's presence can infill you.
The sun is warm and my spirits soar...
And this is what these special days were created for.
Alone on the sea just the Lord and me...
There is no other place I'd rather be.
We talk and share, just the two of us...
A perfect day without a worry or fuss.
Life is good when you sail with the King...
His presence brings the perfect ring,
Copyright © tom kesting | Year Posted 2016
She has been gaining on us
Our hold heavy
With burdensome loot
Our riggings pock-marked
From the shot of exchanges
And the stress of this South Sea.
Duties never change
Sometimes lightened with song
But many a time
On our knees scrubbing.
Or hauling sheets
Or scampering aloft.
We know our lowliness
Those skeletons of drink, darkness
And debauchery ashore.
Captain reads us Psalms
Many a morn
But the images are so foreign
Like an exotic verdant isle
Not yet landed.
And this other bonnie ship
Gaining this late afternoon
All sails full and profiting
This might be the last
Of our nights for this flag.
Close watch to lights and breeze
And who are they?
And whose Crown?
And will we be shackled
Or given happy privilege
To serve and strain
And sing yet again?
For a different Captain
Headed for a different land?
With what seems
Totally different purpose.
(* Salvation starts with total despair of self, leading to an overthrow, a boarding, and a subjugation with ultimate gladness to a different Captain and King. Think I'm gonna sail away with Him.)
Copyright © Doug Blair | Year Posted 2016