A tall lean man stood by the ocean,
Staring off into the deep blue sea,
In breaking His worried gaze,
Aware that it'd next be me,
The waves gained speed,
Faster and tougher as the seconds ticked by,
Aware of His hero's fate,
That soon He'd be consumed and die,
A tidal wave was approaching,
Gaining speed and height,
Taller and stronger than a sky scraper,
Was a fearfully majestic sight,
As He took the plunge,
The wave crashing against Him all day,
He took the only rough pounding,
Only to watch His saved son run away.
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