I think above the maddening crash of waves against the shore
Must be a voice so calm and clear, roll on for evermore.
As life it seems must follow path and cannot go astray,
So tides must rise and change their mood, their master to obey.
Like nature so, each man must yield to wisdom’s gentle call
To master self and overcome the fear that he will fall.
The road pretends a twisted route with crossways everywhere.
It needs the light of Christ to lead, and banish hidden snare.
And like the tide, with mission clear, man knows the way at last
To follow Christ and walk the wave without a mortal past.
Above the fear, with Love to guide, each finds his sacred role.
It always was the simple task of just reflecting Soul.
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