The Remedy

Though restless waves relentless crash
upon a thousand lines of shore,
And scour beaches clean and white
under crash and roar,

As gales of wind brush tops of pines
and clouds tip their rain to pour,
When lightning flashes and thunder smashes
like distant armies gone to war,

Though sin's cruel bite mars the soul,
sharpened teeth make shameful men,
and from the tree of Eden laughs the snake
and says, "O foolish man, you fell again",

Then all at once I see a hill from where
running down a splintered tree,
there flows the blood that overcomes the bite
of sin, it heals and sets men free!

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