Upon the vast expanse of blue,
Where waves embrace the endless hue,
The ocean sings its ancient song,
A melody that echoes strong.
In depths unknown, its secrets hide,
Where mysteries and wonders bide,
Yet in its ebb and flow, we find, A glimpse of grace, a love unbind.
The tides, like faith, rise and fall,
Their rhythm whispers to us all:
"Fear not the storms that rage and churn,
For I am here, your safe return."
The salty breeze, a holy breath,
Caresses souls, dispelling death.
It carries tales of distant lands,
And cradles dreams in gentle hands.
The seagulls dance on windswept wings,
Their cries a chorus that heaven sings.
They soar above the foamy crest,
Proclaiming hope, inviting rest.
And when the sun dips low to rest,
Its golden path upon the west,
The ocean mirrors heaven’s grace,
A glimpse of glory in this space.
So let us stand upon the shore,
Our hearts attuned to heaven’s door.
For in the ocean’s ceaseless hymn,
We hear the love that calls us in.
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