The World

I watch a ship called the "World", Taking on lies like wave water, Throwing the truth overboard Like so much precious cargo. "Hidden rocks" are just ahead. Depressing to say the least. They taunt me, "Where is your God?" I battle depression by praying, By staying in contact with Him. I'm holding fast to this truth: "For I will again give thanks To my God for His saving acts." Thanks for those who faithfully Bring the light of His truth. They are God's "born-again rocks". Helping to make this happen: Remaining loyal to God In a world hostile to Him. God's loyal love is decreed. It is there - tap into it. If you do not bail on Him, You will again give Him thanks. When they ask, "Where is your God"? Say, "Waiting at 'hidden rocks'."