Struggles ebb and flow like the ocean tides.
They wane and wax like the glorious moon;
Deliberately devours the psyche, if allowed
There is truth to be known, worth more than gold…
We are not Masters of our destiny; we are not in control.
The day of discovery comes; when we’re lost at sea
When panic overrides the mind and the brain liquefies;
Caught in a rip tide, seized; and should we fight, we’d lose
We resign to God’s will; andare carried towards the shore
The lesson learned...it’s not by our own strength that we live
Psalm 34:8…”O Taste and see how good the Lord is;
blessed is the man who trusts in him”.
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