The blue green sea stirs the mind and heart, Never will I stop to gaze with the lark, The waves that fascinates man for centuries, the tides that sweeps the trees.
At the other coast, I saw a shadow seemed real. A mirage of the eagle that swoop, On its prey that it fed to its fruits, With strong claws, the eagle never fears for its fortitude dominates the skies.
Our God provides for us the children as the eagle feeds its’ young. Never will I want, never will I fear. For I hide in the shadow of God’s Wings! My fortress will not abandon me, my strength will not falter as His Power envelops me.
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