The island goes to war with a powerful foe,
The enemy ships ring the island, lights
Dancing in the distance. They don’t dare come
Forward, but wait and watch. The sea becomes
Rough and threatening, the wind whips flecks of
Foam, the defenders watch patiently their foe!
Dusk turns to night, the lightning strikes the sea,
The ships at anchor watch the tiny nation so
Brave but doomed! For who can withstand sheer
Numbers? But the tiny nation hopes against hope,
For a Saviour to grant them reprieve. For Nature
Seems to favour,for who dares land in a storm!
The wind quickens, it blows a wagon off the quay!
Into the drink it goes crashing, waking the sleepy,
nodding with sleep, ever watchful, but oh so tired!
The night stretches till dawn, old Sol beams on
A now calm Sea, ripples barely visible! The watch
Rubs his eyes, where oh where have the ships gone?
The Enemy have fled, chased by whom none know!
The tiny Nation doesn’t rejoice for who knows what
Tomorrow will bring! Men go about their work,
Knowing well the enemy will return, till then they must
Eat and gain strength for battle another day! Pray and
Worship they do for a Saviour to save them another day!
Have Faith in the Saviour who will save you against all odds!
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