The Tide

I watch the tide come in from sea:
Lord, is there any tide for me?
So long, so long the sands were dry,
So long upon Life's shore I lay,
Feeling the waters ebb away,
Like seaweed that is left to die!
The tide comes in, it floods the sand:
Lord, is Thy coming near at hand?
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