Sometimes I’m a ship in a storm, at times, I am the storm
When I come to the realization of which of these I am
I become the calm or I get to work on the dam
Storms will always come and storms will also pass
When you’re the ship you don’t choose how long this will last
If I am the storm, then I must remember my purpose
To wash the old away and allow new a chance to surface
No matter which of these I am a party to
It’s who I rely on that will carry me through
For, man alone can only tread water for so long
It’s grace, not might, that helps us carry on.
– D.Caulder
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