Ships Equipped With Souls

Our bodies are ships going with the tide.
The peaks and valleys that we all must ride.

Riding the waves, being tossed to and fro.
Moving with the current, or ebb and flow.

If all hope is lost, and your faith is short.
What about love, if the soul is in port?

Go and remove the barnacles of sin.
Merely waiting for our ship to come in.

Suspended in dry dock; good time to pray.
You've been restored, go back to work and play.

Sometimes at the bow, sometimes at the stearn.
Sometimes below deck, from all these we learn.