I will sing your verses, O my Ocean;
~~I will sing your sacred waves on the shore of my soul.
I will stir the air to hear the spirit of your prayer;
~~I will lift my voice the way a water’s body raises rain to touch the land.
I will be a song of devotion, a storm of passion, a stream of praise;
~~I will be a rage of river that roars its way to the sea.
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6/2/10
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You did it!
The poem rises as your desires do, building to the wonderful onomatopoetic rrrrs!!
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