Groundwater oozes from the ground and flows downhill along the path of no resistance to the ocean’s depression, where the storms toss its waves. Sands, grain by grain, surrender. Rocks are sure to endure the pressure, thrusts and spittles; waiting on the Lord. When He says, “Peace! Be still!”, the winds obey, and the dead calm ocean kisses the footstool of His feet.
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