The Island-Fish

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  “O ye passengers, whom may God preserve! come up quickly in to the ship, hasten to embark, and leave your merchandise, and flee with your lives, and save yourselves from destruction; for this apparent island, upon which ye are, is not really an island, but it is a great fish that hath become stationary in the midst of the sea, and the sand hath accumulated upon it, so that it hath become like an island, and trees have grown upon it since times of old; and when ye lighted the fire upon it, the fish felt the heat, and put itself in motion, and now it will descend with you into the sea, and ye will all be drowned: then seek for yourselves escape before destruction, and leave the merchandise.—The passengers, therefore, hearing the words of the master of the ship, hastened to go up into the vessel, leaving the merchandise, and their other goods, and their copper cooking-pots, and their fire-pots; and some reached the ship, and others reached it not. The island had moved, and descended...

Christ Will Do

“Christ will do.”
This is my peace.
“Christ will do,”
Makes vain toils cease.
“Christ will do;”
Is covering fleece.
“Christ will do.”
Is His increase.

“Christ will do,”
His blood for me.
“Christ will do”
My cleansing be.
“Christ will do,”
And all will see
How “Christ will do”
To set men free.

Say, “Christ will do,”
Till all have heard.
For “Christ will do,”
Is life’s watchword.
When “Christ will do,”
Dead hearts are stirred,
That “Christ will do,”
Is grace conferred.

“Christ will do,”
Thus ends the war.
“Christ will do.”
He is the door.
“Christ will do.”
Makes praises soar.
“Christ will do.”
There is no more.


(copyright James K. Wilson, Jr. April 23, 2008.)