The snow on the ground here in the Tundra is causing the lakes not to thaw, so we still have frozen water. Soon, however, ships will once again be launched, so let’s live the dream.
ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Like ships in the night, we pass through this life,
We’re tossed and oft crushed by the waves,
We sometimes sail peacefully then there comes strife,
It seems not a single one saves,
We enter a harbor protected and safe,
It cradles and calms all our fears,
A sweet sanctuary, a place to call home,
Unbound by sheer terror or tears,
Still waters there greet us, He’s waiting to meet us,
The Savior and King of the world,
No more shall we struggle our path is made clear,
His cloak of salvation unfurled.