Tides Poem by Anisa Tara
Tides
The tide will never rise too high,
For they rise and fall at the whim,
Of a Creator who formed you and I,
All the tides, ordained by Him.
He has called your tides into being,
The many highs and lows,
And for that He has not left you,
To face the high waters alone.
In the ocean of your life,
No matter how deep you stand,
The tide will never rise too high,
To swallow you, my friend.
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