The little boat set out on a journey one day.
Her sails were white and pristine.
She gracefully glided along the way
in waters so calm and serene.
Peaceful and pleasant the weather did seem,
with scarcely a cloud in the sky.
The sleek skiff floated by like a dream;
a picturesque sight for the eye.
But the perfect clime began to shift
with a storm quickly approaching.
The unfortunate vessel began to drift
toward billows upon her encroaching.
The heavens grew dark. Strong wind did increase.
She helplessly tossed about.
It didn’t appear that the squall would soon cease.
The small craft was in trouble, no doubt.
Fine sails that once were so white;
gustly gales made them torn and tattered.
Her frame was a terrible sight,
by the elements buffeted, battered.
How long could the little boat last
with such wretched weather condition?
A somber gloom, indeed, had been cast.
This brutal blast could lead to perdition.
Waning was her persistence.
Would she be blown apart? She didn’t know.
Then suddenly in the distance,
she noticed a lustrous glow.
A Lighthouse there was. What a wondrous sight!
‘Twas not made of mortar and stone.
Surprisingly and to her great delight
It was made of flesh and bone.
A beacon my God became
to a lost humanity.
Jesus is His name,
and that little boat was me!
John 8:12 Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”
John 1:1-5;14 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
He was in the beginning with God.
All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made.
In him was life, and the life was the light of men.
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.