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
Dr. John N. Hamblin, Evangelist LOCAL CHURCH KJV SOUL WINNING FUNDAMENTAL INDEPENDENT SEPARATED BAPTIST