Heavy Seas

When the Times are angry, above and below, And there is no place to go and hide, You must be clothed proper to go with the flow, Keep your eye upon Jesus, with His arms open Wide.

Heavy Seas
By Arley Steinhour 033115

Our times are like ships in Heavy Seas,
One needs to walk on bendable knees,
To dodge Sin's crushing, as it flies by,
Sort of like dodging a blow to the eye.

You see it coming, as the sin starts to chant,
Try to outrun injury, but find out you can't,
Most people wallow in earthly bed,
Sea Sick from sin-life, with foggy head.

Life, as a sinner, feels good, but no bliss,
Can't make vacation plans, something's amiss,
The food may be great, if you're not too late,
And don't mind the slime, sin leaves on your plate.

There is only one way to vacation, FLY,
When Jesus comes calling and catches your eye,
'Come up hither,' He saves without Lie,
Choose the Wrong Way, and surly DIE.

We make that choice, on who to follow,
To spend Eternity, in Deep Love, not shallow,
Our 'life choices' dictate, one place or the other,
Joy in Heaven, or Fire-Lake, where you smother.

AMEN