THE BOAT...PG 2

The father was an experienced sailor
Yet the rudder was torn from his hands
He watched as his sails all were shredded
And he knew they could not make a stand
Higher and higher the small craft was tossed
Until finally it flipped and capsized
Flinging the occupants into the sea
Where they floundered in shock and surprise!

The father swam back to the overturned boat
Grabbing the one life preserver he found
Then looking out wildly through the torrent of rain
He heard a cry above the storm’s howling sound
He could see both boys battling to surface
Each at least 30 yards from the boat
But the waves had flung them in opposite directions
As alone each fought hard to stay afloat

The father knew the ring had a 30 foot line
And that the outcome was bound to be grave
He could toss out the ring, but with so little time
He must choose which boy he would save!!”
The old man paused here in his story
Looking at two teenagers in the front row
They were hanging on every word that he spoke
Waiting to hear how the story would go

“The storm they were in was nothing compared
To the one raging in that father’s soul
He knew that his son had accepted the Lord
And that Heaven was his certain goal…
He also knew that his son’s friend had not
He’d never made time for the Lord
He was not saved but he was out of time
And indecision he could not afford!

So shouting above the storm’s fury
The father cried out, “I love you, my son!!”
Then with all of his might, he threw the life ring
To the other boy, knowing full well what he’d done.

He pulled his son’s friend to safety
But by then, his own boy was gone
His body was never recovered
And the father mourned deeply and long

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