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I am only an ocean, a great rage and the ever-sinking sea Lamenting every marred sailor forged in the waters of Galilee No more shall sailors mourn a forgotten plea: A ransom for hell, where devils run free Forgive and forget But never forget my eyes The rage you lament Remains lost to solemn lies You are only now, only here, and solemnly mine, For what is brimstone but ash beneath the dying brine? You are my sword, my heart and my final lament and plea Forget not my mind lost to hell’s every subtlety There is only rage that awaits among this sea Forever pining for a ransomed eternity.
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 9:10 PM UTC
The Rage of a Psalm
I am only an ocean, a great rage and the ever-sinking sea Lamenting every marred sailor forged in the waters of Galilee No more shall sailors mourn a forgotten plea: A ransom for hell, where devils run free Forgive and forget But never forget my eyes The rage you lament Remains lost to solemn lies You are only now, only here, and solemnly mine, For what is brimstone but ash beneath the dying brine? You are my sword, my heart and my final lament and plea Forget not my mind lost to hell’s every subtlety There is only rage that awaits among this sea Forever pining for a ransomed eternity.
"Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me." -Psalm 42:7 (NIV)
#spirituality#spirit#soul#ransom#god#eternity#love
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MadHarps
22/F/Gaia
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 9:10 PM UTC
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