Without God, I could do nothing,

Without God, I would fail

Without God, my life would be rugged,

like a ship, Without a sail,

A classic hymn

As I travel a Christ like way,

I sometimes get hit by cold hard hail.

My command is to walk and pray,

but my feet get punctured by rusty nail.

I am filled with joy but my heart still yearns,

but ‘no worries’ I say ’cause the great avail.

On that bright day when my Captain returns,

He will cure my ills and remove the veil.

Kirk A. Booher