Unintentionally left behind
by my drug-addled cohorts,
I was picked up by a patrol of
well-intentioned Christian Soldiers
and accepted into their company.

Not really cut out for 
The Church Militant,
I gradually deserted
the Salvation army
and under cover of night
stole one of the boats
they were always
afraid of missing.

Over the years I’ve thrown
overboard some Doctrines 
I found to be seriously 
weighing down the boat.
And though the sail of my faith
has been torn in some places
it keeps growing larger with time.
 I’ve learned how to make
the best use of winds from
any and all directions, 
trusting the Windblower
to take me wherever it is
I’m supposed to go.