The Sea Storm Survival Help Arrival Prayer:

~CORY MORR

Lord God, Father of Heaven and power; I pray this mighty psalm in distilled readiness to quell a wailing spirit which watches a Christian's journey across the dangerous quest, and from one side of their life to another sending healing arrived safely to the ship called America.

I wrestle not with the plagues of the tempest Father, nor do those that read my prayer upon victims that suffer 1st mate passengers tiptoeing oceans treaded their feet fall discontent from the ship's wooded hull broken a rough ride experienced to repair.

God of the temple stars, you open the skies; out from the mouth come your wrath. It quivers with arrows of lighting, clouds of anger, and pillars dance spinning the compass of passage to point the mighty chosen marks to taken.

Your pillars of lightning are dancing spirits, spears of light, scepters of power, and saints

dressed in white garment shining of dross striking the ground upon lit fire and authority. Marvels work to push the ship of your thoughts led home and when home that adversity or anxieties out to sea dwells for our people.

Lord like a model metaphor conscripted a dogma: the tempest of a sailing ship is a translation ambivalence, the cascade of slamming rocks strokes upon the rocking

rutter of the boat where our hardened bodies shake fissures of a helpless victim's conscience collapsed the odyssey of Communism.

A smooth sea is a mirroring pond in the hands of the guide leading the captain welcomed home. A rough sea is a broken window in the heart of the church suspending the general visited. But an empty oasis of desert in a sand dune heat of the sun doesn't unstop the master from enduring through tested voyage gone all the way to see his travelers sent.

~Amen