We Are Sailing - Poem by James Tipp
The death of the church is drowned in tradition
Those who believe that nothing changes,
The ship of faith papers over the holes
Dismisses the cracks in the superstructure
Lowers people into the water poorly equipped
The ship must sail on, rather than be rebuilt
The icebergs of indifference and inability
Grow larger by the day, but in the pew
The people, reduced in number, sing on.
The prophetic voice is drowned in parochialism
The charge ‘Go into all the world and preach’
Ignored and rejected from their comfort zones.
Repentance a biblical word, to turn around
Is lost on the saved of today, will be unheard
By the children of tomorrow if we sail on.
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