HIS BOAT
He built himself a little boat,
This lad who was quite shy;
And every day he watched it float,
Upon a stream nearby.
The wind was strong one blustery day,
And much to his surprise,
The little boat was swept away,
And tears flowed from his eyes.
The days passed by and then, behold!
He spied his little gem,
Inside a store where he was told,
It didn't belong to him.
He knew the job would be real tough,
But he decided then,
To save until he had enough,
To own that boat again.
When he went back into the store,
He had a tidy sum,
And as he walked out through the door,
The boat was 'neath his arm.
So softly he was heard to say,
"Not once, but twice you're mine,
I gave you up, but then today,
I bought you back, we're fine."
Isn't that the way it is with God?
He lost us once to sin,
Then through His Son, with His own blood,
He purchased us again.
Author Unknown
