All kinds of storms trouble me,
and you have been kinder to the Ark.
Only waves surrounded it,
but ramps & weapons & waves surround me.
O Helmsman of the Ark, be my pilot on dry land!
You gave the Ark rest on the haven of a mountain,
Give me rest in the haven of my walls.
.......beautiful poem......Praise you...LORD
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