[i]Apart from Me ... you can do nothing[/i]Oh LordFill my mouth with wordsAnd dash my proclivities to the dustThe ship is driftingThe sail is listingI can feel it's pullThe undercurrent draggingI will throw out the anchorAnd hold fast by prayerLighten the loadCast overboardThe cares and anxietiesOf this worldThe air is foulWith the scent of approaching dangerReports coming of shipmates abandoningHeading for landThe atmosphere is thickWith the fog of deceptionThe attack is at hand and not far offWe are in need Lord, of provisionsBoth the weak and the strongOf enduranceCall the intercessorsOn deckThe praying menTo battle
Hi Mike,This reminds me of the account in Acts when the men decided to ignore the counsel of the man of God (Paul) and headed off on their own way into troubled waters. I hear in these words the cry of a people who have chosen their own way and now long for direction from God. They are in danger and God has been silent. The sky has been darkened with no way to navigate the ship. No compass, no map, no stars. Blackness so thick one can't see their hand in front of their face. Just about that time the angel appeared to Paul with instructions. It was an if-then statement. All would be saved [u]if[/u] all remained on the ship. G.W. North has a wonderful message on this called 'Shipwreck'. If feel your heart in this brother! Even so:Call the intercessorsOn deckThe praying menTo battleThanks for sharing this!
_________________Robert Wurtz II
Reports coming of shipmates abandoning
G.W. North has a wonderful message on this called 'Shipwreck'.