Dream Spinner
....CHAPTER ONE

I rent a small room from Hiram the potter for a small monthly pittance. I know it is mostly through the goodness of his heart, but since he would have no-one know he is in possession of such a thing, I always protest his mean-spiritedness each time I pay him his rent. Petty quarreling somehow seems to satisfy the both of us. I have made my living, such as it is, on Hiram's corner of the market square since the death of my husband nearly five years ago. I recall the old tales that have been handed down for generations around the campfires of my ancestors for as long as tales have been told. Part of the history is about the old gods, whom, it seems to me are pretty much the same from race to race. Only the gods names have been changed from region to region. I can see no logical excuse for these beings. They are all greedy, self-serving; seem to care only for themselves. Yet they are worshiped and appeased daily. If I could design a God, it...

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{Words to~Sin's Dread Sea}

Lightning is flashing all around me, thunder roaring, waves dashing high.
So black the night as terror grips me, there is no comfort, no help is nigh.
Sins dread sea, engulfing me. the undertow may a coffin be.
An evil precense tugs at my being. Is there no escaping sin's dread sea?

Bare imitation of illumination, a pale moon riding in the sky.
Rough waves wash o'er me, dash me in pieces, no one to hear me when I cry.
Here I am on sin's dread sea, is there no way to be set free?
No safe harbor, no place of refuge? Is there no escaping sin's dread sea?

Off in the distance, walking on water, is that a spirit shining so bright?
Hope fights with fear as help approaches. Oh, blessed being, don't pass me by.
Hands reach out uplifting me, arms encircling, holding tight.
Storms subsiding, He's calmed the water and I cling to Him with all my might.

On solid ground...