the jolly roger

“Avast!”

The falling of rope catches my attention,

as a Man of magnificence swings generously from crows nest

to deck.

The heels of His boots land with purpose:

salt cascading in waves

off the soles.

Drifting from stem to stern,

He arrives at the helm:

taking up the anointed position.

“All hands on deck! Raise the Jolly Roger! There, evil blows!”

The crew hurries to His every command

trusting His leadership, for it is of the King.

Admiring His integrity, for it is derived of the Creator.

Raising the flag of deliverance: the cross!

We sing shanties of praise!

For this was an awaited adventure.

Prepare for plunder!

May each ship filled with wickedness be commandeered!

Where evil will be cast into the depths of the sea!

Where souls are set free from the bowls of Sheol!

”No quarter for those of the deceiver!”

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Swells crash against hull

and saltwater nips at my eyes.

Drenched uniform clinging to bone,

and none of it noticed:

it is the Lord that is seen.

For the King is working:

commanding fear and reverence.

We, sailing as the lesser vessel, towards His kingdom.

Rebellious against sin.

Defiant towards wickedness.

Ransacking unholiness.

Pillaging pride.We cry out against the darkness,

”Christ is Lord!”

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Jesus, Captain of His Majesties Ship: Honor and Righteousness

- A.D.