Fellowship

We're traveling on the sea of life,
In a boat called Fellowship.
One cannot travel first or second class,
For God not respect men.

Some think the journey useless,
And too perilous for them.
But the pilot is quiet patient,
Teaching Souls to trust in Him.

There are but few on this little ship,
And their baggage is quite light.
For in the Canaan, the land we are promised,
Natural posessions will not delight.

Sometimes this ship goes quite smoothly,
For the sea is calm and still.
Each learning of the Pilot's will,
And seeking his place to fill.

But at times the storm beats furiously,
And we feel our mind we must have.
But we need to consider Jesus,
Lest our lives end at the grave.

We have record in the Scripture,
Of another ship like this.
The deciples traveling on the sea,
And Jesus in the midst.

There arose a mighty tempest,
And the waves slapped round the ship.
The disciples feeling their helplessness,
Turned to Jesus and trusted in him.

Jesus rebuked the wind and sea,
And bid the disciples to fear not.
Immediately the storm obeyed His will,
And the sea once more was calm.

The little ship reached the other shore,
And all on board were saved.
Teaching that to trust in Him,
Eternity we will gain.

Notes of my Grandmother's