Love is a treacherous ocean
Storms from midst of
Clear blue
Reefs to wreck
This tiny ship
Lest not we be swamped
On shores hostile
Oh, save this soul.
In the ocean, reefs are marked by charts. Danger is signaled by buoys. Experienced navigators and pilots help guide the helm of ships in tight places where the captain doesn't know the terrain.
I need a pilot right now. Someone to help me navigate - because I've found myself on shoals. I don't know where they are, my chart seems to have washed up on the shore sometime mid voyage, and the crew are threatening mutiny.
It would be easier not to love. Then I'd still be safely bobbing at anchor.
But ships are made to travel - and that travel involves peril. Lord, bring me safely through.
The Garth Brooks Dilemma.
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I won’t ever win a humility contest. I don’t know if they have those,
giving someone an award for being humble, probably defeats the purpose of
humility....
10 years ago
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