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Strong Winds

Straining, rowing, they are going
where the hills are swiftly flowing,
Rolling, crashing, they are lashing
down the sails the wind is smashing,
Watching, yearning, they are learning
how to trust when seas are churning, but
Will their faith then cease its growing
once strong winds have stopped their blowing?

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