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The truth of my anger rises as the tides

Unseen to the naked eye my rage cries

And crashes into the shore of realities coarse rocks and sands

Will I surmount as a great wave and destroy this mount grand

The breaking of what I am taking is a sure count of command

My battleship of sorts sails onward despite the troubled land

The captain of this fleet controls all winds and stormy sees

He demands mountains to move fruitless trees to wither

And the enemies’ armies at his name run and quiver

For he is the master of all past present, future, forever

May I politely say, to not serve him makes you one certainly not clever

But the oceans of my turbulent emotions must cease at his word spoken

And peace must sweep o’er me as the breezes of island evenings token

I step aside lay down my pride, give the war over to one who for me died

Who has won before he ever begun, making an open show

So I will know who is the true don

It is all about his glory, the living testament of his story

That only experience can shout, only victory can gloat,

It’s the I know what I am talking about, faith

It’s the if god says not yet, then I can wait,

It’s the trust born from relationship nurtured,

Love sown from the price for my soul cultured

Yes it is all for his glory

The confirmation of his story.

The truth of his majesty rises as the tides

Unseen to the naked eye his brilliance shines

And crashes into the enemies camp making heap rubble and sand

He will surmount as a great wave and destroy this mount grand

The breaking of what I am taking is a sure count of his command.