Blue and dark, an ocean
Filled with beast and storm,
An ocean alive, God's
Creation of sounding form;
This ocean a beauty of
Mystery, a danger of adventure.
My vessel sails these waters
In search of Home, I sail
Through squall and tempest
With out maps or compass
Only God's breeze to guide
Me to Heaven's shores.
The smell of holy soil
Fill ocean breezes as
The sight of land fills
My weather beaten
Heart with joy; blue, sunny
Days do not compare, nor
The joy of braving a storm
Or sea beast, nor the sound
Of the sea or gulls after a
Hurricane; only the sight of
His Celestial shore makes
Me sing an old hymn.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
Blue and dark, an ocean
Filled with beast and storm,
An ocean alive, God's
Creation of sounding form;
This ocean a beauty of
Mystery, a danger of adventure.
My vessel sails these waters
In search of Home, I sail
Through squall and tempest
With out maps or compass
Only God's breeze to guide
Me to Heaven's shores.
The smell of holy soil
Fill ocean breezes as
The sight of land fills
My weather beaten
Heart with joy; blue, sunny
Days do not compare, nor
The joy of braving a storm
Or sea beast, nor the sound
Of the sea or gulls after a
Hurricane; only the sight of
His Celestial shore makes
Me sing an old hymn.
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