on this rather tiny sort of an island
This evening as I type I hear the wind whistling and howling outside of my window
and the waves of the Atlantic crashing against the rocky shore
but the waters in my heart are still
because I trust in the Lord
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Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble,
and he delivered them from their distress.
He made the storm still,
and the waves of the sea were hushed.
Then they were glad that the waters were quiet,
and he led them to their desired haven.
That green house is my home
I came upon these things as I ambled on the beach one morning
Someone had lashed two long driftwood branches together as a makeshift sail
for a tiny rowboat that had washed ashore during a storm.
And he got into the boat with them and the winds ceased.
And they were utterly astonished.
He leadeth me beside still waters