I love the ocean –
the living ocean always in motion –
always changing-
primeval yet ever new—
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Mary holds the dead Jesus in her lap
Like her baby,
And she gently rocks Him
As if He were just asleep,
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Right at the very break of day
He sings out
His raucous song of praise:
'Wake up out of your sleep!
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Though no one knew
Or believed it,
Your light never went out
When you cried out
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Sins are the cause for Jesus’ blood sacrifice,
And my sins are included in that blood bath.
Never could I have redeemed my soiled soul.
God is love, and I have been self-serving
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The teeny weensy tiny ones are right here -
But who sees 'em -
There at my gigantic feet
Scurrying along busy at ant work often alone
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I am yours, Father, on this day of Your Creating
I am yours!
Like the tree, I see you in the sun’s light,
And I grow towards you -
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In the dark shade of the country road
His daring dash to get across to the other side
Was almost completed
When I came driving around the turn to see
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