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