Friday, November 4, 2022

 




Dream. 
Voices. Weeping shadows. The sea. 
Slept on a roof. Eternal noon wings above.

Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who bid's the mighty ocean deep,
It's own appointed limits keep.
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the Sea.






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