The old ship was docked
In the port for a time...
Ignored and forgotten
And not in it's prime...
Barnacles grew on it's
Once-shiny bow.
It didn't feel useful
And was tired somehow.
While once it was vital
And served a good cause,
Now it could not hear
"Hurrahs" and applause.
This dear old ship
Had once served quite well.
It was not yet ready
To encounter death's quell.
It needed attention
And good T.L.C.,
To once again sail
And master the sea.
The ship was transformed
By the nurture and care
Of those who could see
It's potential in prayer.
This ship had much verve
As it sailed once again.
The latter was more glorious
Than the former...Amen!
"Remember ye not the former things, neither consider the things of old. Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it?"
Isaiah 43:18-19 KJV
© 2007 Arlene Schwartzkopf