Hurray! Hurray! The joyful cries rang loud and free as the storm-broken craft was brought safely into port.
She had been trying to make the harbor, but suffered heavily from the huge waves and, becoming unmanageable, she drifted before the storm.
Only a few minutes more and she would have been on the rocks and a total wreck.
But a harbor tug, pluckily haled, went out to the rescue, and getting a rope on board the storm-tossed boat, brought it into port.
As I watched the exciting scene from the pier I thought of myself and my Saviour. I could see myself in all my need, drifting on to the rocks of eternal destruction—without strength to save myself, without hone of salvation. I thought of my Saviour, who came forth from His glory above, and enduring the storm of judgment at Calvary reached me where I was in all my need. At the cost of His unspeakable sufferings He delivered my soul. Now I can say —
Safe home, safe home in port!
Rent cordage, shattered;
Torn sails, provision short,
And only but a wreck.
But oh! the joy upon the shore
To tell our voyage perils o’er.
Christ is the Saviour for all. He is the Saviour of all who trust Him. Is He your Saviour?
ML-10/24/1971