Sunday, March 8, 2009
A STORM AT SEA
A counter-revolution begins with a capful of wind And the tempest in a teacup. Trembling on the verge of collapse, one may find Himself caught between two squalls, while riding the Waves of heart and soul without interruption. The winds half a gale, while pounding waves force the Vessel to sail...
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My Citadel
I. Safe Harbor My refuge is a safe harbor. I have a high tower; glistening. A beacon that lights the world. My refuge, my tower will not be distressed. My God, my High Tower, will stand eternally! II. Safe Haven My refuge is a safe haven. A place where the humbled are welcomed. My shield, my...
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