FLOOD TIDE

When through some ebbing tide of circumstanceYour life seems parched and barren, like the sand,This is your assurance, if you stand,That soon a tide of blessings will advance.Life's sea has depths of good beyond your knowing,Which rise and swell through Love's unmeasured power,And what may now appear an arid hourIs but your preparation for their showing.For surging back, the tide returns once moreTo heights you may have never seen before.

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