This is God
Though waves so rogue
Batter your ship,
Though winds of ill will
Break it into pieces,
Though pools of evil intent
Bury it in the deep,
The ocean floor cradles you
In its loving arms
Forever and ever,
Even unto death.

This is God!
Greatly to be praised,
And by Him home
We will be raised.

Psalm 48

by J Alan R

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