the art of being young

too afraid of being a fool, i'd be one before i'd become one.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Wash away,
What no human can touch,
Fingers of God, purify,
with one tidal rush.

The surge of the ocean
The power of God's grace,
How every tiny grain of sand,
reflects his mighty face!

The waves, like his faithfulness,
Hush the sound of slightest doubt
Back and forth with unseen force
always coming in and going out.

posted by becka at 10:31 PM

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