Zion’s Yeoman

The Ship of Zion charts her course

By the Master of the sea.

And when the sailors do the work

Her sails fly full and free.

But if the mighty Ship could speak

You'd be sure to hear a tale

Of the mighty yeoman, strong and true

And of the ones who fail.

Many a man has come aboard

To sail this grand ol’ Ship.

And while a few have stayed the course,

Scores of scores have quit.

Some say the crashing of the waves

Causes much distress!

While others claim when waves swelled high

They've even seen Loch Ness!

Some complain of the winds icy blow

And the sting of the salty spray.

They say that all there is – is pain

At the end of every day.

But every other blue moon or so

A special yeoman bounds aboard.

His goal is not treasure or fame

But to serve his Risen Lord.

He says “The swelling waves consume the ship!”

But they don't frighten me!

‘Cause I know that they obey

The Master of the sea.

“The salt, it stings on icy wings

And then its pain I feel.

But I know it’s what the Master sends

To cause my wounds to heal.

Those special yeoman, the Master says

Will one day get a crown

For being faithful to the end

And not letting Him down.

So please, dear sailor, stay the course

And get your bearings from above.

Then one day you'll see the prize

Of His unfailing love.

~Steven Good~

written in commemoration of 30 years in full time evangelism