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What a storm!
It is upon our heads!
The greatest of winds is
roaring!
The highest of seas is crashing!
And into the bowels of the
ship
The captain cries out;
Sleepers, arise!
Don't you see?
Can't you hear?
We're going to die!
Call out to God!
There is no time like now
to start believing.
Maybe it's not too late.
Perhaps He may still save
us.
It is no small thing for
so long
To have to have offended
the King of the Sea,
even more, no less
His Heavenness.
Jonah 1:6-8
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