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When Israel out of bondage came,
A sea before them lay;
My Lord reached down His mighty hand,
And rolled the sea away.
Refrain:
Then forward still—’tis Jehovah’s will,
Though the billows dash and spray.
With a conq’ring tread we will push ahead;
He’ll roll the sea away.
2.
Before me was a sea of sin,
So great I feared to pray;
My heart’s desire the Savior read,
And rolled the sea away.
3.
When sorrows dark, like stormy waves,
Were dashing o’er my way,
Again the Lord in mercy came,
And rolled the sea away.
4.
And when I reach the sea of death,
For needed grace I’ll pray;
I know the Lord will quickly come,
And roll the sea away.
Henry Jeffreys Zelley, PhD, died this date (3/16/1942) in Trenton, NJ, He was an ordained Methodist minister, who wrote some 1500 poems or songs among which were “Heavenly Sunlight”and “He Brought Me Out.”
Posted in poem, time, uncategorized, tagged 2005, attitude, balance, blue white green, calls TIME, Canada, commodity, Kingston, land, loathed, loved with gratitude, maritime, measured, Ontario, poem, scale, sea, successfully weighed, time on September 27, 2008| 1 Comment »
It can be measured (often is),
Though it has never been seen.
It has no color of its own:
Not blue, nor white, nor is it green.
It can’t be successfully weighed
On balance or on a scale;
Yet it is always up for “grabs,”
Daily this object is for sale.
It has no height from which to fall,
Cannot be rolled into a ball
Is “long” or “short” by attitude,
Is loathed or loved with gratitude.
What is this thing o’er land and sea,
Ruling the dry and maritime?
Give up? Don’t you know it by now?
It’s the commodity man calls TIME. – eab, 3/3/05
Written in Kingston,Ontario,Canada
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