Scripture

As I sail an ancient ocean,
To see what the apostles see,
A serpent creeps in the water,
To impose his ways on me.

I am helpless to kill the serpent,
Put it down and rid the sea,
Of its pernicious presence,
Nor from it can I flee.

But I hold this holy weapon,
Parchment of Father and Son,
Its words of courage and power,
Will pray the serpent gone.