The Lord Provides (HauntingAngel) (1)

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The Lord Provides


In the cold silence of the night

A single boat floats out to sea

The moon glows full and bright

So it's not so hard to see


A man casts his net down

And prays for fish aplenty,

Then the water yields a mighty catch

Counting more than twenty


Soon, the waves begin to echo

The seabirds begin to cry

It's time to make his journey home

Where the land is dry


He pulls his loaded boat to shore

To meets his wife's embrace,

Then he takes the fishes up the path

To the marketplace

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