Ship(naPoWriMo 29)

On and on and on we go
Where we head we do not know.
We explore a different world each passing day,
But never where only the dead lay.
We steer and run a crippled ship,
With splintering boards and sails that rip.
Our strength is weak
Our hearts spring a leak.
Each day a new world is found
Until the earth is discovered round.
On and on an on we go
Where we head we do not know.
Maybe to a spoiled sea
Of rotten berries and zucchini.
Oh dear!
Our ship shall sink, I fear!
The mainsail's split in half
And our mast makes a horrible laugh.
We shall be dead if we refuse God,
We would sink like an iron rod.
We must turn to The Lord
To let us float as hollow boards.
On and on and on we go
Where we head we do not know.