God is like the ocean to me.
Far too much to understand.
But still he gently washes over me.
I can feel him, touch him, taste him.
I cannot explain him, map him, define him.
Swelling, rolling, deep and strong.
Delightful, mysterious, endless and beautiful.

“I’m so bored of little gods
hile standing on the edge of something large”
– David Crowder Band

“You can’t contain the ocean like a stone”
– Eden’s Bridge

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