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Apr 2023
When the tide rises all ships are raised
it was fundamtally
mother Mary's call.
When boats fell
from standing tall
it's captain took the fall,
who laid hands
on such innocence
who took a stand
albeit a woman
a child
or a man,
is the ocean too deep
and the river too wide
are we as a people
afraid of the fault
caused by crimson tides,
who are we praying for?
Jesus rose when he died
where She humbly stood for
nations to rise.
Khoisan
Written by
Khoisan  M/South Africa
(M/South Africa)   
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