The Perfect Storm
It has been many days since the storm at sea sank my ship,
my crew of six left on a life boat with room for six people,
their safety was more important than mine,
and now I am all alone on this island,
But I am lucky to still have my Bible,
I have had this copy since I was a kid,
it helped me during my troubled youth,
and it will certainly help me now,
Thirty three days and thirty two nights,
I have been here,
eating peppers and clams,
But I thirst,
not just for water, but to read my Bible,
I love reading about the story of Job,
how he perservered through adversity,
and was then graced with double the prosperity that he had before,
I wish for prosperity,
but more than nothing, peace through this storm.
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