My life has had some anxious times,
Confusion and turmoil,
Shackled by the weight of all,
The drudgery and toil,
I’ve drifted in the doldrums,
On life’s, calm but empty sea,
And tossed in tempest, wild with rage,
In winds of adversity,
I sold myself in slavery,
To the Prince of all that’s dark,
He took me in his chains of death,
Aboard his sinking ark.
My lifeline cut, midst certain death,
All I could do was pray,
When all was lost, I knew the cost,
Was more than I could pay,
I’ve been down twice; I’ve seen deaths face,
I struggled frantically,
When calm beset, my anxious soul,
A beacon on the sea.
A lighthouse on a distant rock,
It seemed to call me nigh,
Providing strength and courage I need,
And yes, the will to try.
Pulled drowning from the sea of life,
And all I did was pray,
Safe on the Rock, at last am I,
Yes, here I’ll always stay.
Ron Bliss ©
Photographer Jeremy R Wrenn  Graphics Leola Boyd
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