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Sunday, June 21, 2009

A poem by St. Ephrem

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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