You walk on water and the sea,
even storms do before You abate,
You are in control whatever happens,
You notice earthquakes and the breaking rocks,
and there is nowhere that You cannot go,
You do control the wild ocean,
can even cause time to halt.
No one and nobody come upon You unawares;
even storms do before You abate.
© Gert Strydom
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