(A testimony of missionary Hudson Taylor in 1854)
In the year 1854
A ship blown towards the shore
The captain stood in disbelief
As they sailed towards the sunken reefs
We've done everything that can be done
Hope of survival there was none
The winds provided no assistance
Cannibals were seen in the distance
Disaster the men could foresee
Cannibals started fires with glee
But a man named Hudson on the vessel
Said let me go pray, I will go wrestle
He grabbed three others to agree
They called to God on bended knee
And as they prayed on bended knees
They called to God to send a breeze
As they played there was a change
Something peculiar, something strange
Through prayer God changed the wind
Though against the wall they were pinned
To the sunken rocks they did not reach
To the dismay of those on the beach
They did not become another man's meal
Instead by faith they knew God was real
America sails towards the rocks
We can argue and we can have talks
But there's one answer to change the breeze
Willing vessels who stay on their knees
Towards the reefs we pick up speed
But there's still time to pray and intercede
In fervent prayer we must chose to stand
Or we will find ourselves on sinking sand
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