All that I have is because of God’s incomprehensible mercy, so fully unobtainable by anything that I could accomplish. His bequest of hope was given as I stood in the middle of an ocean of sin without a boat, without a paddle, or floor for my longed for salvation. His hand of love as a raft, became the foundation beneath my feet. My sinking was defeated by a yacht and priceless sails and oars of His love. In the winds of His hand, a price I could never pay, a heart I will never understand, and a charity I could never possess on my own, was the ransom silver for my wayward soul. All this my Jesus accomplished by surrendering the gales of life in a time of the desperation of human mortal life. This made rescue from my own misdeeds now cast into a sea of forgetfulness, promising a place beside His glory. In the wondrous inconceivable realm of forever’s light, love’s unending, endearing passion settles all accounts. He made it complete, incontestable and sure. I could do nothing but surrender. Now my enemy can never stand against me. SAILBOAT OF LOVE.