Stepping Ashore
A poem by Robert E. Selle
Oh, think to step ashore,
And find it Heaven;
To clasp a hand outstretched,
And find it God’s hand!
To breathe new air,
And that, celestial air;
To feel refreshed,
And find it immortality;
Ah, think to step from storm and stress
To one unbroken calm:
To awake, and find it Home.
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