The Twilight Singers
As the stars began to glow in the twilight sky, I saw a small boat appear on the horizon, with two people in it… a man and a woman. They each had a set of oars and were rowing steadily. The woman was in the bow, and the man in the stern.
As I stood there in the gloaming, I could hear singing coming from across the still water…a sweet and melodic woman’s voice blending with a mans rich baritone. I listened in silent awe as the words floated across.
“Jesus, Saviour, Pilot me…”
I stepped down to the waters edge, my ears taking every word.
“…Over life's tempestuous sea;
Unknown waves before me roll,
Hiding rock and treacherous shoal,
Chart and compass come from Thee:
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.”
It made me think of my own stormy life, of how unknown waves before me roll, hiding the terrible rocks of sin, and the treacherous shoals of selfish wishes. I have to allow Jesus to pilot me… to use his chart of patience and his compass of faith.
Finally the boat ground to a halt on the pebbly shore. The man, a short, stocky fellow, leapt out into knee deep water to hold it steady for the fair maid to climb over the bow. After dragging the little vessel clear of the tide, the couple moved off along the beach, with true happiness etched upon their faces.
By Adam Reeve
1st March 2011
As I stood there in the gloaming, I could hear singing coming from across the still water…a sweet and melodic woman’s voice blending with a mans rich baritone. I listened in silent awe as the words floated across.
“Jesus, Saviour, Pilot me…”
I stepped down to the waters edge, my ears taking every word.
“…Over life's tempestuous sea;
Unknown waves before me roll,
Hiding rock and treacherous shoal,
Chart and compass come from Thee:
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.”
It made me think of my own stormy life, of how unknown waves before me roll, hiding the terrible rocks of sin, and the treacherous shoals of selfish wishes. I have to allow Jesus to pilot me… to use his chart of patience and his compass of faith.
Finally the boat ground to a halt on the pebbly shore. The man, a short, stocky fellow, leapt out into knee deep water to hold it steady for the fair maid to climb over the bow. After dragging the little vessel clear of the tide, the couple moved off along the beach, with true happiness etched upon their faces.
By Adam Reeve
1st March 2011