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Just as the glue can connect broken parts,
The Heavenly Father does fill empty hearts – For we shop with these wobbly-wheeled shopping carts, Checking out all of the grace He imparts… Strong, sturdy boats can withstand raging storms, Remain atop oceans as treachery forms, Yet a discarded bottle does eclipse wintry norms, Not calling for help from the rescuing swarms! The boat stays a-float, but the bottle does, too; While the captain’s quite sure, like his seafaring crew, That God is our savior, and the ocean so blue, But the message contained in the bottle’s so true! A very quaint message: please keep up your guard, With options a-plenty, and decisions so hard – What lies in the center is a broken glass chard, A life of regret, so terribly marred…
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