Poem: The Moving Tide

On the golden sands of the wide beach,

and on the soft dirt of the little bay,


the tide rises and the tide falls,

in its very own special way.


Using the moon as its magnet,

up on the land the waves come and lay,


and then back once more into the deep sea,

so with no fear children run far out to play,


the tide is something we can rely on always,

that we can trust, come what may,


this great beautiful thing, the moving tide.

It is God’s own special way to say,


how He keeps His great faithfulness for us

forever and always, day by day.


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