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Do you love the ocean,
Go there all the time;
The force…the power in those waves,
Their music…almost rhymes.

The waves come rushing in,
With all power and all might;
They push back everything,
Grind, to a powder…everything in sight.

And, the treasures that they cough-up,
Truly things of awe;
Shells…smooth stones…barnacles,
Sometimes, even glass balls.

There's no way to hold back its power,
As, round the world they go;
High tide…low time…ebb tide,
They put on quite the show!

Sit down…upon a sand dune,
Take all its beauty in;
Feel that mighty power,
Like our God…so much akin.

We cannot hold back that power,
Harness it for mankind;
But, God's power is there for us,
All part of His design.

There are no high, low, or ebb tides,
With our God…you see;
For He is always present,
Always available for you and me.

No one…and nothing stronger,
We can look to Him for all;
Harness God's power,
He meets all our needs…great and small!

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Nov. 18, 2000

Aimee Love
(LHG)