Surfing
I walk to the edge of liquid space
on infinite grains of white
green glass coolness takes me
and makes me work, it's not for free
I glide my way to beyond the edge of chaos
to find my waiting place
waiting to ride what He has made
His world touches my face, and I ponder
for this creation to point to Him
He shows such love for me
He brings its force so constantly and lets
me play my way
gently carried on such power
it's all bridled by his hand,
and me so small, so infinitely small
He made this place, this liquid space
but lets me play this day
I glide my way to my place,
again.
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