The Sea
By John A. Wilson
Storms will rise and gale force winds will blow
Waves will crash that can wash you overboard
Care must be used to best the windy foe
Though skill and nerve and trusting in the Lord.
Days there will be when there's no wind at all
Boredom sets in and your eye may wander
`Till another ship may hold you in thrall
Beware of the intrigue that you ponder.
Most days your sails will be filled with fair winds
The sea that you sail will be smooth and sweet
And with everyday problems you'll contend
With gentle hands on the tiller and sheet.
With love you can handle any weather
As you navigate life's seas together.
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