“On and on–and to what purpose?
To what purpose, after all?”
Cries the life that lacks the Pilot
Who would guide it through the squall.
“Hopeless, yes, completely hopeless–“
None so hopeless or unjust
As who will refuse the Savior,
Worthy Compass he can trust.
He who steers by Try-and-Blunder
Knows a long and stormy race;
While he who looks to Faith has something
Wind and wave shall not erase.
by Ray Romine Thursday, August 2, 1945
