So now the tide is turned to song,
As waves retreat where You belong.
She, a gift, lit by design,
Shimmers with a holy sign.
And so I sing not out of debt,
But awed by Love that won’t forget.
For You—the Flame, the Sea, the Shore—
Are Joy that opens every door.
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Author:
pontefract (
Online) - Published: July 7th, 2026 07:55
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