Out of the East

Fate

James 4:13-15
New Living Translation (NLT)

Warning about Self-Confidence

13 Look here, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we are going to a certain town and will stay there a year. We will do business there and make a profit.” 14 How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog—it’s here a little while, then it’s gone. 15 What you ought to say is, “If the Lord wants us to, we will live and do this or that.”



The Fate of the Avalon

An east wind suddenly started to blow
So we turned the Avalon into its force,
Trimmed her sails, then gauged the stars,
And set out on a northerly course,

We were two days behind our schedule
Having been delayed by an untimely fog,
And the crew played too hard in Westchester
So I noted the fair wind in the ship’s log,

“We are but two days shy of Hampton,
The wind is good or so the crew reports,
We are gaining back our lost time,
In two and a half days we’ll surely make port”

With that I gave the order let me sleep
And closed tight, the door to my cabin,
Perhaps I would be able to relax now,
What else could possibly happen?

Two bells sounded as I drifted away,
As the Avalon sped through the night,
Thank God it won’t be much longer now
With the Port of Hampton nearly in sight,

Six bells were sounding as I awoke with a start,
The voice of the first mate speaking plain,
“You’d better come topside, sir!”
The wind has changed and it’s begun to rain,

I sprang to my feet and I pulled on my coat
And up the ladder I climbed with all my might,
The rain was pelting my face like sand
And lightning soon lit up the night,

“Heave to, lads! Heave to!”
I shouted at the top of my voice,
The jib was set and the mainsail trimmed
As we all knew it was our only choice,

The fierce winds grew and the waves battered the ship
But the anchor line held us tight,
We probably would have made it through
But another ship came up out of the night,

She was out of control with her sails torn to shreds,
The anchor line long ago snapped,
The crew above deck held on for dear life,
Those below were certainly trapped,

Just before she rammed us I looked for her name,
Then as we hit I could see it from below,
Fate was her name emblazoned in red
And death was her cargo in tow,

We still sail the Avalon even today
But not a one of us made it, I’m sad to report,
The sea swallowed us up in that terrible storm
And sent us off for a different port,

I learned one thing though, I’ll have to admit
It’s the best advice I’ll ever impart,
“It’s never too wise to say what you’ll do
Because fate can tear things apart”.

©2018 by William Pierce


Father,

May our words be no more than “yes or no”, for we know not what life holds for us. May we just be happy knowing that we are Yours.

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