I go to hear the ocean's waves say to me:
"Peace I leave with you,
My peace I give to you."
I go to see foam bubbles write in the sand:
"Come to Me My weary,
And I will give you rest."
I go to give thanks to the Son on high:
"For causing my storms to still,
And hushing their roar in me."

John 14:27
Matthew 11:28
Psalm 107:29

See this poem @ His Newsman

by J Alan R
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