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When a storm arises,
I climb into Jesus' fishing
boat
And nap with Him
until it subsides.
It is in His arms each time,
As our naps get shorter,
I realize He's preparing
me
To step out on the water,
Keeping my eyes on His
Until all is calm again,
No matter the storm.
Thank you, Dear Lord
For baby steps. |
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