Force of wind, embracing my soul,
Circling around, over, under,
Taking away the breath from my lips.
Darkness blankets my being as I stand this night before the vast sea.
The power is there, continuous, ever swellling and ebbing,
But always the same.
Strong, and tempestuous,
In control, in an out of control world.
I am safe, here, standing yards away from this power,
I dare not go nearer, for it frightens me,
But intrigues me.
Haunting moments; haunting feelings,
From the depths of my soul:
Deeper than the ocean;
Farther than the blackened horizon,
No thoughts; just emotions,
No purpose; just existence,
But meaning everything.
God is here.
God, my creator and the creator of this ocean;
I am more precious to Him than all this power,
More intricate than all the life that dwells beyond my sight or knowledge,
More intimate than the dearest friend.
God, my Father, is here.
He is here.
He is the power, which intrigues me,
which compels me to stand with the wind caressing my being,
With the darkness hiding all from my vision,
With the sound of the pounding surf
Deafening all sound but it's own.
The power of creation,
The power of love,
A love which waits an eternity to embrace mankind
To awaken the darkest soul to a glorious light.
A love that conquers death and resurrects from the grave
Into the highest heaven,
Taking with it the souls of men.
A Love called Messiah.
The veil, which covers the heart, has been rent in two
And we may enter into the presence of the King of Kings.
We may fall upon His breast and weep for joy.
We may go home again to our Father and find refuge from the storm.
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