Golden lines woven in a sea of blue,

Break at oceanís edge.

Then thunder crashes in foamís of white,

Toppling and tearing every row

Of these colored threads.


Appears each stitch could hold an ocean still,

But they never last.

For waves all flow to their certain end,

Like colored threads pulled to complete

Their created tasks.


So enjoy this ever-changing visual,

Uncertaintyís scene.

It is simple unbroken beauty,

But leads to a constant

And Supernatural Being.


Godís the Builder and Creator of all,

The Tailor of Seas.

But unlike golden waves that come to an end,

He gives life eternal to every heart

Who believes.



The Tailor Of Seas by Ronhales                                                                                                                                     Psalm 135: 6    

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