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Time pulls on the ocean currents

Swift and sure

With ebb and flow

Highs and low

Like the seasons of the soul

When storms wrestle the waves

Against the rocks

And the heart lets go and goes

With the flow of the tide

Knowing that in Him

It will rise once again

And when the salty brine

Strips life

To its barest essence

As bleached wood

Upon the sand

And as the haunting music

Of the sea softly plays

The unmasked soul sings

“How fathomless as the sea

Is His grace to me.”