The Under Rower
Broken rays of sunshine find their way through the
cracks of wood overhead as my thoughts transcend the deck, the sails, the sea, and the horizon.
As I go through the motions of service I purposely set my mind to practice His Presence.
I am the under rower.
My name is not relevant.
My thoughts are not needed.
My dreams and plans are not considered.
My purpose is to simply row the oar.
When I am lonely, I just row the oar.
When it is painful, I just row the oar.
When it is difficult, I just row the oar.
When it is depressing, I just row the oar.
When it is overwhelming, I just row the oar.
When the sea is calm, I just row the oar.
When the sea is rough, I just row the oar.
When I am exhausted, I just row the oar.
When I am sick, I just row the oar.
When I am happy, I just row the oar.
I must not make the fatal mistake of thinking that I am the Captain of the ship of Life.
I cannot make the fatal mistake of thinking that I navigate the ship of Life.
For I am a galley slave – my calling, my privilege, my honor for the Master is to just row the oar.
Let a man so account of us, as of the ministers of Christ, and stewards of the mysteries of God. Moreover it is required in stewards, that a man be found faithful. 1Corinthians 4:1-2
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Let a man so account of us, as of the ministers of Christ, and stewards of the mysteries of God. Moreover it is required in stewards, that a man be found faithful. 1Corinthians 4:1-2
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Written on July 19, 2013
Submitted by Vernacus on February 22, 2024
Modified by Vernacus on February 27, 2024
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Scheme | XX A X X X X B B B B B B B B B B B C C B A |
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 1,276 |
Words | 297 |
Stanzas | 21 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
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