Fishing for New Souls

‘Rough Seas’ are frequent, in our ‘Ship of Life;’
Being ‘In Jesus,’ we Handle Strife,
As ‘Green Water,’ over the Bridge,
Reminds us the Sorrows God can abridge.

Fishing for New Souls
By Arley Steinhour 070816

Learning, was boring, I don't know why,
What most Teachers said, made me want to cry,
They'd talk about numbers, making a 'Sum,'
Geography, and History, made my mind 'Numb.'

I made it through School, 'With a Diploma,'
With teachers swearing, my mind had Glaucoma,
Since grade-point-average, not on the paper,
My Teachers Condemnations, were Truly Vapor.

Oh, I was learning, but 'Trailing,' my Class,
Only after the testing, 'Understanding' had Mass,
Ready, or Not, I jumped into the Wild-World,
Joining the Navy, Patriotic 'flag,' they 'Unfurled.'

Taught me to 'Learn,' and march in a straight line,
As part of Company Command, I did quite fine,
Childhood didn't help me, to handle the 'Street Hood,'
Surviving, Chicago streets, their fight-skills were 'Good.'

Away then, was transferred, to Brooklyn Ship Yard,
To wait for my schooling, I expected to be Hard,
'Radio-man,' would be my Navy, work-load,
All I need do, was be good at Morse-Code.

I'd failed to learn Code, as a 'Second class Scout,
'Second' graduated 'Third of Class' with a Shout,
Off then to Sea, and a Career upon many a Ship,
On Ships, and Education, my Mind took a Steel-Grip.

Throughout my life, I then chased after 'Learning,'
That's why, I M O, God/Jesus set my heart, Burning,
When He told me to 'Write, Poetic Praise, to Him,'
I follow His 'Commands' well, by Praising and Hymn.

This, isn't for brag, but to let you all know,
When Jesus Speaks, your Faith Will Truly Glow,
He tells us, 'Disciple, Fish for a New Soul,'
As Commanded, His Needs must be our 'First Goal.'

AMEN