I walked alone
Along the rocky shore
And marveled at the turbulence,
The twisting of the clouds,
The surging of the sea-
Beauty lost in the awesomeness of it all.
It was not until my steps arrived at last
To a peaceful meadow
With a tender sun,
Wild flowers filling my eyes, pleasant thoughts,
That I remembered to thank You-
And then I recalled that You had guided me
Along that lonely precipice
Near the threatening water's edge,
And I thought better of it
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