Storms Are the Triumph of His Art
"Away Despair! My gracious Lord doth hear:
Though winds and waves assault my keel,
He doth preserve it, He doth steer,
Ev'n when the boat seems to reel:
Storms are the triumph of His art:
Well may he close his eyes, but not his heart."
Though winds and waves assault my keel,
He doth preserve it, He doth steer,
Ev'n when the boat seems to reel:
Storms are the triumph of His art:
Well may he close his eyes, but not his heart."
-- George Herbert
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