The Sea Mists
The long blue waves upon the golden sands
are rolling in.
Steady their throb, it is the best of hearts that stands
at peace within.
There are blue hills beyond the tide, but they
are shrouded now.
The sea mists, stretch across the bay,
hanging thick and low.
Yet are they there, the fisherman who steers
his boat, brown-sailed,
compass true, doubts not, nor trembling fears
that his errand failed.
There are blue hills beyond life's restless tide;
at times we catch
faint glimpses of their beauty, such chide
our faithless watch.
Why strain our eyes to pierce the mist that hides
our picture dim?
We have a pilot who commands the tides;
trust all to Him.
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