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JJRKelly Feb 2016
The sounds of the rainstorms of life
Rolling off of my back.
I am the
Fledgling swan
Floating through the garden pond
Filled with the beauty of life
Trials and all.
But I know the road
And the dice that was rolled.
Knowing these
And having faith, I float
Dependant on Christ for buoyancy
For armor and weapon
In times of great difficulty.
It is He,
Who made the greatest sacrifice
That allows me to spread wings,
And fly swift and strong,
Though in reality I be weak,
Or to through the tumultuous ocean
Go on floating.

— The End —