SurrenderMy friend Joey is close to reaching his last days. As he and his wife recently made the decision to cease all cancer treatments, he wrote this poem afterwards. I talked to Karen this morning and she said that they were talking last night about everything they have endured. Joey said, "You know if just one person comes to faith in Christ as a result of my cancer, then it's all worth it." That is supernatural grace!
This ol' vessel has served me well
From Mother's womb we first set sail
Through channels deep we rode the swell
To smoother waters our journey's tale
Many years we labored long
Both hull and sails remaining strong
Round every reef new wonders held
Anchored down and again we sailed
But alas the hull grows weaker now
The sails all torn, mast coming down
Continue to fight the sounding seas
Or to your Maker surrender thee?
Repairs we've made with courage true
This trusty vessel all but through
So now this sailor with gladdened heart
Looks for rest as he departs
And with equal courage surrender be
As noble as the fight thinks he
To its Maker he returns
His vessel from its bow to stern.