"I can do all things through Christ
who strengthens me."
who strengthens me."
Grace
Afloat in the ocean he ever goes,
the water elapsing over his face.
The waves traveling in orderly rows,
moving like they are in a deadly race.
Through out the rise and fall he braves the storm,
pain saturates as the wake takes its toll.
Until at last a warmth begins to swarm,
his fear dissipates as peace fills his soul.
But what is this hand that covers and shields,
that moves the water and gives him a will,
to survive and live his strength at last builds.
His numbness relieved he can again feel.
Eyes open as he awakes along the shore,
Proving grace fights when we can fight no more.
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