As my mind ebbed into the past
of trials won and battles lost
I pondered long upon the cost
Of an empty vessel without a mast
The Captain, I, the course was set
Across the seas with sextant close
There was no time for repose
The addle my own for me to beget
Then for moons the clouds obscured
This certain path I would plot
My fate, my own and treacherous begot
My journey largely un-procured
But finally my craft, oh she corrected
And the destination newly revealed
Within the Captain's log concealed
And the pride of the sea was resurrected
I,1st mate, am no longer the boss
And my schooner now cuts the waves
Its' name has changed to "Jesus Saves"
For the man who donned the Cross
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem