Time to take advantage of this privilege. See ya in a few weeks! Mont.
Fishermen's Poem
When storm gales blow and shake my soulAnd I am lost at sea,
Then comes a light that shines so bright
A beacon sent to me
When tattered sails are useless
And Darkness covers me,
An unseen hand takes o’er the helm
And steers me round alee.
And as the first star of the night
Shines through so vividly,
My bounty lies in His good Grace
Blessed by the Trinity.
Leanne Marshal
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