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All Will Be Well
By
Alice C. Bateman
I dreamed I found a baby floating
In the ocean to the west
He was enclosed in a large oyster
That floated in to shore to rest
A voice told me to pry it open
The shell that drifted at my feet
So I set it on a boulder
To give the shell a solid seat
Then I took a piece of driftwood
I poked and pried the stubborn shell
And when I wanted to give up
The voice said try, all will be well
So I tried just one more time
To open up the large hard back
Suddenly it sprang wide open
I covered up my mouth in shock
For there inside there slept a baby
Newly born and smelling sweet
I couldn't see why this strange dream
Had placed a baby at my feet
But I was happy, oh so happy
With this rare gift God gave to me
A beautiful, live, lovely baby
Drifting gently on the sea
I dreamed I took the baby home
We lived contented all our days
In our little seaside shanty
Sharing all the ocean's ways
You never know what He has hidden
Just out of sight, or out of touch
He always knows just what to give us
He always knows what means so much
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