"more glorious than the surgings of the sea, the Lord is glorious on high" (Psalm 93:4)
I would lean towards my son,
Stooping down to feed him,
And taking him up in my arms
I would hold him safe to my cheek
Tenderly, faithfully, lovingly
And raising him high on my shoulder
I would be proud of him
My beautiful son.
I would take my son fishing:
he would learn to love the sea with me
and the One who is more glorious
than all surgings.
And though I am no fisherman
I know my love for the sea
And though I have no little son
I know the love of God in me.
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