"All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full. To the place the streams come from, there they return again." Ecclesiastes 1:7
Everything is on the move; time knows nothing of rest. Tides move the sea. Winds stir the airy ocean, and friction wears the rock, change and death rule everywhere. The sea is not a poor man's storehouse for a wealth of waters, for as by one force the waters flow into it, by another, they are lifted from it. Human beings are born to die; everything is hurry, worry, and scurrying of the spirit. Friend of the unchanging God, what a joy it is to reflect upon your changeless heritage; your sea of bliss which will be forever full, since God Himself shall pour eternal rivers of pleasure into it. We seek an abiding city beyond the skies, and we shall not be disappointed.
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