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Master, do you not see me toiling in rowing?

I toil in rowing

I am shaken by the terrible tempest

My boat sways to and fro

And I struggle to keep it steady with my oars

Master, do you not see me toiling in rowing?

 

 

Lord do not pass me by

In my terror, I cry out

I am so far from land

And all seems lost

My efforts at rowing seem futile

Master, do you not see me toiling in rowing?

 

 

I long for those sweet words of yours

That calms not just my soul

But the tempest without

That eases my struggle with my oars

Master do you not see me toiling in rowing?

 

 

Afoley   30/01/14   Mark 6: 45-51

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