The Praise of the Waves

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Sea foam crashing at my feet,
Sand sticking to my skin,
The sun beaming down its heat,
My hair flowing in the wind.

Tongues of water rising to the sky
Their voices whispering praise,
Mists are spraying birds that fly,
Their movements His glory to raise.

Surf is rolling on the sand,
It's thunder heard on the shore,
As if held in God's hand,
It's beauty brings Him praise forever more.

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