And then there's the boat.Handsomely crafted. Tied to that dock and seemingly forgotten.
Rains have come and gone. Each little drop adding a bit more weight as they've taken up residence in the back of that little boat. Perhaps there's a little damage somewhere. A tiny trickle of water also contributing to a possible permanent location on the muddy bottom of the lake. I see hope. I see a task at hand.
"And The king will say, "I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me! "