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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
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