Ode To the Sea
Are there words to tell,
The beauty that you hold within?
The mystery upon every swell,.
Where God had life begin.
Feeding multitudes with your bounty;
Man existence depends on you.
So giving of your endless plenty;
Beneath your waves of blue.
The mysteries you hold
Are to man a constantly calling.
Will your story ever be told;
Or are our methods too appalling?
You deserve our endless gratitude,
For all you have provided.
You play a beautiful etude,
Of which God’s elegant hand has guided.
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