By
AlphaSage
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
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When I rest on my oars
in my storm of still waters,
in lazy undeserved tranquil,
Shake, stir, disquiet and whirl.
For like a sailor needs the winds;
too much and it's a storm,
yet too little and he's stuck,
Lord still my storm but shake my water
For out of moving waters come your miracle.
By Akpughe Akpobome
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