The tide flows in all swift and fleet
And almost knocks me off my feet
The water moves at a quick pace
And comes and goes with ne’er a trace
It makes no sound as it moves on
But silent, seeks its echelon.
For all we know, what do we see
One’s vision of sobriety
Hold on, hold on, do not let go
God’s beside us, this is His show !
Claire V. Bogdanos 