Poem: The Moving Tide

On the golden sands of the wide beach,

and on the soft dirt of the little bay,

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the tide rises and the tide falls,

in its very own special way.

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Using the moon as its magnet,

up on the land the waves come and lay,

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and then back once more into the deep sea,

so with no fear children run far out to play,

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the tide is something we can rely on always,

that we can trust, come what may,

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this great beautiful thing, the moving tide.

It is God’s own special way to say,

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how He keeps His great faithfulness for us

forever and always, day by day.

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