Hard to believe we are being led anywhere when the coffee ran out three hours ago and the graveyard shift never ends.
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A reading from Psalms 114:5
What {ailed} thee, O thou sea, that thou fleddest? thou Jordan, {that} thou wast driven back?
— Psalms 114:5 (en_kjv)
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Even the wildest tides must bow before the quiet power of a promise kept, and tonight, we find our own way back to the shore.