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On the shore stood a man, looking out towards the sea. No ships in the water, as far as the eye could see. He waited for years, Waiting for that day. Waiting for her ship to come To that cold, misty bay. Seventeen years ago, he remembers the day. A warm Sunday afternoon as he waved her away. He stands there strong and tall, Waiting for that day. Waiting for her ship to come, To that cold, misty bay. What he doesn't know, her ship has sunk below. He keeps on standing there, his spirit never low. He stood there on that shore, Waiting for that day. Waiting for her ship to come, To that cold, misty bay. Not too long ago that

During the summer, I was helping my grandmother paint a room in her house. I took break and I am looking at the window and I catch myself staring at this one tree in the front year. I begin to go into deep thought about that one tree, asking questions like; "How did it get there?", "How long did it take to get so big?", and "Why was it there?". I decided that God put it there for a reason, He made that tree for a purpose. In Genisus, chapter 1, God made the tree's and put them on the Earth, He gave them the ability to grow roots just long enough to get the water it needs, a strong enough trunk to withstand the weather, a tall enough one to re