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We sailed under Crete, with contrary winds,
And sought the fair havens for rest.
Though a prisoner I spoke, of the dangers to leave
The master shook off my distress.
The south wind blew soft, so we coasted along,
Our purpose they assumed we attained.
But a Passionate wind, arose from the north,
I knew we would lose all we’d gained.
The wind caught the ship, she could not bear up,
With no choice but to let the ship drive.
We were all borne along, till we run underneath,
And Island where we fought for our lives.
With the fear of quick sands, we used all our helps,
Under girding the ship hull till sound.
Just below the main sail, we hove tight the chains,
And prayed that we not run aground.
With the stream chain cables, passed underneath,
At the quarterdeck ringbolts held tight.
The tempest blew hard, so we lightened the load,
Then we held on all through the night.
Unlading the third day, her burden somewhat,
As we cast all our tackling aside,
No stars and no sun, since many days past,
We now feared for every one’s life.
Then and Angel appeared, as I prayed for all men,
With assurance that all would be saved.
All lives will be spared, spoke the Angel to me,
But the ship will be lost to it’s grave.
On the fourteenth day, wee to midnight,
A shipmen cried his alarms.
His sounds bore him out, as the sound echoed back,
Twenty fathoms between us and harm.
We set anchors deep, at near ninety feet,
At the stern then wished for the day.
Stay in the ship, for if any shall leave,
Not a one of you then will be saved.
I passed out some food, and ask God to bless,
After taking some meat and some bread.
Eat it all up, and be of good cheer,
Not a hair will be harmed on your head.
When day finally broke, on an unknown isle,
Two hundred and seventy six souls
We took up anchor, then committed ourselves,
And drove hard and fast for the cove.
With the rudder bands loosed, and the main sail full,
We grounded where two seas touched,
The forepart struck fast, while the hinder parts broke,
As the waves ore the bow then rushed.
Some swam with their might, others grabbed for debris,
As the ship sank to the floor.
But all safely landed, as the sea spit them out,
Each one safe on the shore.
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I love to see the Word set to poetry like that! Great work!
Great poetry that takes us into one of the Apostle's journeys in the Book of Acts and testifies to the Almighty providence of a Loving Faithful Holy God!!! Great anointed poetry,I echo Julia's comment!!! In Christ, Dee "Numbers 6:24,25,26"
Wow - This is absolutely visual! I loved it, felt like I was right there. Thanks for sharing your gift. In Christ's Love, Julia