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Cast upon the waves of destruction,
In an ark without rudder
or sail,
God's outstretched hands
of mercy
Guided Noah safely to a
mountain top.
Cast upon the waves of distraction,
In a boat poised to capsize
surely,
Jesus' commanding the seas
be still
Guided his chosen safely
to distant shore.
If it wasn't the ark, or
even the boat,
What then must be the difference
For vessels of note and
their company,
To arrive according to divine
destiny?
No matter the storm, no matter
the ship,
Those contained there in
either case
By God's hands they were
carried...
Testifying true, it's always
grace.
See this poem @ His Newsman
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